Fuck, fuck, fuck. The nausea is killing me today. I turned the lights down in my office and popped a handful of ibuprofen. But I still feel like I'm going to retch when I look at the computer.
I can't tell when I write words with double "l"s if I have one, two, or three on the screen. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This is crushing my writing. I feel so sick. I can't get comfortable. I've had two huge tumblers of green tea today to try to calm me down, but I can't focus on the words. I know my blood pressure must be sky high.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. I want to see normally again. This is scary and saddening, and I think I'm about to have a meltdown. I feel useless without my eyes being okay. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
This is not going well. I don't know if I can handle the headaches and the 3D nightmare of computer screens.
I need to remember to breathe. This is only Week One.
Too late. Meltdown.
"Your body will adjust."
"Your body will compensate."
How long will it take?
This is only Week One.