Pots Blurry Vision Mga Nobela at Kwento

This was my first time. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My husband's white shirt. My black pencil skirt. My husband's gray tie. I let my hair down, slightly wavy at the ends. My face was bare, but I put on a little red lipstick so I wouldn't look pale. Then I took my glasses from the bedside table. I wasn't blind, but my vision had been bothering me for the past few months. The doctor said it was a side effect of my heart condition. Blood flow to my eyes wasn't smooth, so sometimes my vision was a little blurry, especially when reading or looking at distant objects.

And right there stood the bride and groom on a raised platform. I leaned against the far wall near the tall glass windows, one hand gripping my phone. My other hand pressed lightly against my temple. I smirked anyway. Even while in pain, the smirk came naturally and that made people both admire and hate me. “I really need to see my fucking ophthalmologist,” I muttered under my breath. My vision blurred again for a second. “I swear my eyesight gets worse every damn month.” My voice was low, irritated. Maybe the idiot I’d been seeing for years was just another overpriced fraud with a medical degree.

Rover pov A cold splash of water wakes me up. I try to open my eyes but my right eye refuses service. The vision in my left eye is blurry and lacks colour. The bitter taste of wolfsbane lingers in my mouth. That explains why my right eye won’t open yet. My head throbs. I try to move, the movement opens a dam of memories to break.

"It's the effects of the surgery. However, you don't need to worry. With time, her vision will get better. Most people have their blurry visions cleared the next day after surgery, but some people differ, and it may take days, or weeks. "We just have to wait and see how fast she recovers. However, I will have to prescribe some pain relief pills for her; Incase she experiences some kind of pain or ache in her eye." Gerry explained to Tristan, while I began to rise on the bed. I suddenly felt the urge to jump. For years, I had never jumped, and that was because blind people seldom jumped. Even if they landed on solid ground, they could fall to the floor because they had been so unsure of what

I felt the sensation of wind being blown into my eyes, making my vision go slightly blurry. I blinked a few times to try and get my eyes to focus. I squeezed Dmitri’s hand as my sight cleared. Everything looked like it belonged in one of those cheesy dream sequences you see in soap dramas. Everything was a little too bright, and a bit hazy, like a fog had filled the room. Even the people looked the same, but different.

His vision was blurry before finally becoming completely dark. ***

Cigarettes had become my crutch over the years. The ophthalmologist finished the test and came to give me a report. He sighed heavily. “ She can't see a thing….her vision is very blurred. I'm putting her on four months medication. If nothing changes then…….” I furrowed my brows.“ What do you mean by four months?” He handed me the test results.“ She's temporarily blind, and I'm putting her on this four-month medication to see if we can get her sight back…. Hopefully it works.” I scoffed and slipped past him. She was crying when I unscreened the bed. He must have told her. She had her eyes opened, staring at nothing in particular.

Immediately, my vision went blur and I passed out. . . . . . TBC

What if it was all downhill from here? The door opened quietly, and Dr. Patel, one of the specialists, stepped in. She gave me a warm smile, too warm for what I was feeling. “Anthony, good afternoon. I’ll be assisting with some of the tests today.” I straightened, forcing a polite smile. “Good afternoon, doctor.” She glanced at Dr. Morgan’s notes. “You mentioned increased blurriness, light sensitivity, and difficulty reading?” she asked. “Yes,” I admitted, my voice quieter than I meant. “Some days it’s fine, but… it comes and goes. Like my eyes can’t decide what they want to do.”

Even my hands felt it too, itching to release tension by clenching my knuckles, but when I did, there was no sound and the numbness didn't subside. I exhaled through my lips, trying not to let my situation bother me. i spent another hour at work until I finished printing all the papers. However, just as I had finished organizing everything, my vision suddenly became blurry. The things I saw were moving sometimes merging into two, then back into one, fading away. Even when I tightly closed my eyes and rubbed them, nothing changed. In the midst of my struggle to regain clear vision, Bella turned to face me and asked, "What's happening?"