The doctor has officially declared I have severe eye strain. I thought that wasn't a real condition. It was one of those things I considered to be a bit of a myth like my mother saying: "If you pull that face, when the wind changes, it'll stay like it!"
Apparently, it's a real condition. My eyes have been pretty bad for a while now and I noticed of late that I have been typing very badly, even worse than normal. I also seem to walk into doors more frequently, trip up pavements and have frequent headaches and perpetually watering eyes.
Hubby has been nagging me for ages, as you all know, to cut down on my internet hours. I ignored him. He is now walking around with a "I told you so" look on his face. He nearly didn't let me type this up to let you know that I shall be off-line now. I have to have an enforced rest: no writing, no reading, no television, no computer and Hubby has taken away my mobile phone, so I can't even text.
I am allowed to do nothing I enjoy. I am, however, allowed to take exercise, rest my eyes, wear my glasses more often (bleurgh!, cook (double bleurgh!) and do housework (triple bleurgh!).
So, like the lyrics of David Bowie song 'Space Oddity' which forms today's post title I shall be rattling about out of communication for a while and "there is nothing I can do..."
Radio (well, internet) silence is in force now until mid-September. That sound you can hear isn't white noise or the crackling of air waves with no one responding. It's me grinding my teeth and biting my nails wondering how I'll get through the next two weeks.