A Daily Thing

Last time I got my eyes tested, I learnt that my retinas might have a good     chance of tearing later on in life.
My grandfather’s did, my mother’s did, so the odds of mine following suit are fair.
My mother’s eyes are fine by the way, thanks to an operation that fixed everything that needed fixing.  And two weeks of recovery spent mostly playing Sudoku.

Guess what though: no bungee-jumping for me!  The stress it would put on my fragile and sensitive retinas is too great.  That’s right: instead of being worried and fussed about my under-performing and slightly defective retinas, I am chirpy about having an out to something that scares me. I went as far as doing a little victory dance in  front of Christian (‘See darling, I really couldn’t even if I wanted to!’ – I don’t, I was trying to be cute and make a point).

He got me though by pointing out that skydiving was more gentle so I could probably still do that (the force is spread out, there is no violent jolt – I guess since he’s done it and I haven’t I have to take his word).  Nuts – outfoxed.  Now how do I get out of this one, medically?

(Image from here)

PS: My priorities really aren’t in the least bit screwed up…