Monthly Archive for March, 2007

Blind or deaf?

Someone recently asked me, if I had to be one, would I rather be blind or deaf?

I’m still struggling with the answer.

Without sight, how could I write? How long would it be before I forgot how the sun glows on the windows of the house opposite at sunset, what beauty looks like, what it was like to be afraid of someone because of the expression on their face.

And straight away photography would be lost to me.

Without hearing, how long before I forgot the rhythm of conversation? The sound of veiled anger, waves crashing at the shore, the wind whistling through the trees?

And music, the subject of my first (and still unpublished) novel, would be lost on me.

I decided I’d rather be deaf because I could still write, and see, and take photographs. But deafness is so isolating, so in the end I decided not to decide.

What do you think? Would you rather be deaf or blind, and why?

Famous last words

I shouldn’t have mentioned running in my last entry - it was asking for trouble.

To make matters worse, yesterday morning in the shower I was reminiscing to not so long ago when it used to make my muscles ache to raise me hands up to wash my hair. “Those days are gone,” I thought.

A few minutes later the energy started to drain from my body. One minute I was fine, and the next I was fading. I spent the rest of the day on the sofa, or in bed listening to podcasts when I ran out of the energy to hold a book.

I told myself not to be scared, my body was probably just fighting a cold. But it’s always worrying when this happens.

Today I feel worn out, but a little bit better. I’m relieved to be able to report I have a fever and a fuzzy head. So it’s most likely a cold, and I can relax and enjoy being ill.