Complete Frustration

Ask anyone with low vision or no vision about the time it takes to do simple tasks and you’ll hear stories. Tasks that take the sighted person only a couple of minutes, take low or no sight people 10 to 15 minutes. That was me today. I should add that some of the delay today was my computer, but the bulk of my frustration came when a simple task — scan and crop eight pictures for my daughter to use on her yearbook page — took over an hour! My six year old iMac has issues, but there is no way it should take that long to scan, crop, and save the images (and Jane was the one putting the images on the scanner.)

My biggest problem was the cropping. Trying to get the crop exactly at the edge of the image was tough. Even though I use the reverse color screen so that black is white and white is black, there was stil so much glare from the images that it gave me a headache. Another problem was clicking the correct icon or checkbox when saving the pic in Photoshop. I am like one of those placekickers in the NFL that end up playing for multiple teams in one season: wide left, wide right, too low…

Up until today, I hadn’t used Photoshop in a few months. I’ve been wanting/needing to make a few banners to use in twitter and facebook, but I keep waiting for a “good-sight” day. They don’t happen too often anymore and when they do, it seems there are more important tasks I MUST do (like create invoices so we can get paid.) I guess that is what is so frustrating, I miss creating in Photoshop or Illustrator.
Have you seen the newest iMac? I’d love to get one of these:
Apple iMac with Retina 5K display


A Frustrating Week

Well, it has been a week of total frustration.  Since mid-afternoon last Thursday, my vision has not been good.  Every day when I wake up I hope that it will be better, but then I open my eyes.  I’ve got just under three weeks until I visit the retina doc again, but at this point, it seems pretty obvious to me that the drops aren’t working.

I’m pretty sure I’ve been less than a joy to be around this past week.  I have just been miserable.  Even watching the Flyers advance to the cup finals brought me down.  I was there in 1997.  Not this time.  No point in going.  I’ll watch it on TV though.

I’m tired of not being able to find things and having to ask Eliz for help.  I’m tired of bumping into door jams because I go a little wide right.  I’m tired of waiting and hoping.  I want to move forward.