OPEN MIC: Colors
I did most of my venting this week on my tumblr. Essentially, the rant is a breakdown of my acceptance of the fact that I'm just a sickly thing, borne as I was all undercooked and skinny and runty with see through skin and downy white hair. (It is not a typo, the title of this tumblr rant of mine, I decided to turn lanugo into an adjective: "lanugous") The responses this ramble received from a few Whitechapelers was kind and smile-inspiring.
I think it was somewhere on here that I saw someone mention the oddity of being a "tetrachomat." I'm 85% sure that I am one of these sorts of people, crap as my vision is. I think this might be why I notice the beginnings of something new happening to my vision that isn't yet something visible by my neuro-opthamologist. I see halos and fog and bright light is painful, but most importantly and glaringly, I see less CONTRAST and less VIBRANCY and COLOR in my left eye (supposedly the GOOD eye). I see less warmth in the left eye, and I have spent long stretches of time in front of the bathroom mirror before dawn, covering one eye ("gosh, i'm all green and blue toned and sicky looking") and then the other ("hey, I've got a healthy glow!), because the subtleties of skin tones seem easiest to obsess over.
So, perhaps I am a tetrachromat, but I find it very frustrating that nobody but me (or likely my mother, if she and I were speaking to one another) can see the very obvious difference in color of my irises (and size of my pupils). One is a much more cornflower blue, while the other is darker in color, and it didn't use to be this way. But even the eye doctors don't seem to see what I'm talking about.
it's not just me, right? You see it too, yeah?
I'm rather likely to suffer things like glaucoma and cataracts and retinopathy (of prematurity, what makes many preemies blind at birth, or later in life).
I spent Friday in the city, taking photographs for money, and walking all over Manhattan and Brooklyn. At some point, near Central Park, obsessed with my picture taking and camera settings, I totally almost missed the fact that I was walking right behind Samantha Bee and (her husband) Jason Jones (who pushing a stroller down the sidewalk). I felt bad that I may have made them nervous, being a camera wielding person while they were out with the kids, so I made sure to change my direction.
Here is an uncharacteristicly candid looking and entirely un-tweaked photo from last weekend, when my friend brought me to sneak past the gates and walk up Garrett Mountain in the pitch black night, the highest point in Paterson, NJ. I'd no idea Paterson had so many DEER (and hundreds of skunks).
I think it was somewhere on here that I saw someone mention the oddity of being a "tetrachomat." I'm 85% sure that I am one of these sorts of people, crap as my vision is. I think this might be why I notice the beginnings of something new happening to my vision that isn't yet something visible by my neuro-opthamologist. I see halos and fog and bright light is painful, but most importantly and glaringly, I see less CONTRAST and less VIBRANCY and COLOR in my left eye (supposedly the GOOD eye). I see less warmth in the left eye, and I have spent long stretches of time in front of the bathroom mirror before dawn, covering one eye ("gosh, i'm all green and blue toned and sicky looking") and then the other ("hey, I've got a healthy glow!), because the subtleties of skin tones seem easiest to obsess over.
So, perhaps I am a tetrachromat, but I find it very frustrating that nobody but me (or likely my mother, if she and I were speaking to one another) can see the very obvious difference in color of my irises (and size of my pupils). One is a much more cornflower blue, while the other is darker in color, and it didn't use to be this way. But even the eye doctors don't seem to see what I'm talking about.
it's not just me, right? You see it too, yeah?
I'm rather likely to suffer things like glaucoma and cataracts and retinopathy (of prematurity, what makes many preemies blind at birth, or later in life).
I spent Friday in the city, taking photographs for money, and walking all over Manhattan and Brooklyn. At some point, near Central Park, obsessed with my picture taking and camera settings, I totally almost missed the fact that I was walking right behind Samantha Bee and (her husband) Jason Jones (who pushing a stroller down the sidewalk). I felt bad that I may have made them nervous, being a camera wielding person while they were out with the kids, so I made sure to change my direction.
Here is an uncharacteristicly candid looking and entirely un-tweaked photo from last weekend, when my friend brought me to sneak past the gates and walk up Garrett Mountain in the pitch black night, the highest point in Paterson, NJ. I'd no idea Paterson had so many DEER (and hundreds of skunks).