A screw fell out of my glasses, which is leaving me the most helpless panicked thing I can actually be. I’m two points away from being legally blind without these things. I can’t leave the house without them and no matter how thoroughly I looked for the screw, it seems to be gone. Also, of course, if it FELL OUT, then the threads are too worn for me to actually put it back in with any certainty.
Ah well, I’ve found some copper wire in the back of a drawer, a really DIFFICULT thing to do when you’re blind, by the by, and now I think I can twist it through enough to keep the arm on safely enough for me to move around. Like, to an optometrist’s office, so I may stop feeling like I need to cry. Sheesh. So, yes, I called in at 7:30 trying to keep the I AM FREAKING OUT as much out of my voice as possible to say that “I will be late, I do not know when I will make it, if at all. kthnx call me” and so far they haven’t, though I was meant to be there at 8 a.m.
(I am taking a moment to try write this out as a way to steady my hands for this damned tiny fragile wire. Not that I can see the damned screen. Or the keyboard. Or more than two inches in front of my face.)
And now it’s 8:45. AND I AM MISSING OUT ON AN AWESOME DAY AT WORK.
edit: 9:20 – wire snapped. more panic. breathing deep. trying again.