What You Think About When Going Blind

Surprisingly shallow things.

I was running through the "how can this happen to me dailouge, was yelling that it might be stroke, and was afriad I'd never again get to strip in stage to the Rolling Stones or try to throw a hook in the boxing ring.

I made a feeble attempt to take everything in for the last time, all the while hoping for a passing fire truck.

Then I looped back to the fears of stroke. I began praying for the blindness option, because a world without hot firemen and computer screens is better than no world at all.

Jose told me to smile. I didn't want to, but I did. Both corners of my mouth raising into a weird grimmace -- stroke threat is gone.

I wonder if pre-death thoughts are similarly inane. It's not like you have time to prepare some profound thoughts. ... I wonder how many people died thinking about how the green hospital wall doesn't go with the tiles or whether their favorite American Idol star will get a record deal.

I went to the eye doctor two days later. Just your run-o-the-mill occular migraine. Just to be sure, I'll ease up on the self-love the next few days- causes blindness you know.