My eyes are so bad that at 56, I generally can't read a TV Guide or newspaper without a magnifier of some sort. I've never gotten glasses. That's mostly because of deep-rooted concern that my eyes would then grow dependent upon them. An eye-doctor once said as much, when I was in my early teens. So I have always clung to that concept.
I think my initial vision trouble stems from a fireworks accident I had around my 10th birthday. It was October, the month of Hallowe'en. My father had brought home a number of items of fireworks, including a carton of cubes about the size of sugar cubes that would flare nicely when an ignition source like a lit 'punk' stick was applied to them. A comment from my younger brother put the idea in my mind to see what would happen if I applied that punk to a cube already in the carton. So I decided to give it a try. I remember looking keenly close as I carefully touched a topmost cube, and then noting how the cube suddenly began to spread with an orange glow that almost immediately began spreading madly throughout. Before I could move, the entire contents flared up furiously and my entire face was badly burned. It was the colour of the burnt gunpowder, in fact. My eyebrows and lashes were gone. And I was screaming, "I can't see! I can't see!" Fortunately for me, my father was nearby. But he could do nothing for me, for my condition was too serious. He carried me into the house and tried applying a wet washcloth to my face, but when he saw the tissue lifting off, he realized this was extremely unwise. I've always been surprised that he coped. I know that he was hungover; he admitted years afterwards that his nerves were so bad that he nearly needed medical attention himself!
An odd anecdote is that while he was trying to tend to me, an insurance salesman knocked on our door to try and pedal his policies. When he realized the situation, he lost little time in withdrawing.
Anyway, back then, there was no nearby hospital nor '911' to call, so my father drove me off to the office of our family doctor some five miles distant. Everyone there immediately galvanized into action to do what they could, while means were arranged to get me to the hospital some 15-20 miles away.
My right eye took the hit more directly than my left, and my vision with it has always been similar to trying to see through a frosted glass. Eight or nine years ago, a doctor told me that I was legally blind in the eye. I always just considered that my vision was blurry. I was undergoing this particular physical examination for the purposes of qualifying to purchase some additional non-contributory employment to add to my Pension Plan Service. Thus, the physician was not an eye specialist--he was just a medic I found in a walk-in clinic.
I suppose that I should get a proper assessment, but I've gotten into the practice of shunning the medical profession. I haven't had a family physician since the mid-1970s, so I do not take any regular physical examinations. And although I still have all 32 of my teeth, I have not been to a dentist since 1975. I know that I need a little work, but because I try to take care of them and they don't cause me trouble, I "leave well enough alone."
With my Thai wife Jack here with me in Canada as of May 10th earlier this year, I suppose that I'll have to eventually start taking greater safeguards where my tenure on our good planet is concerned, but it's difficult breaking this long practice of not bothering with the medical profession except when an emergency crops up, such as a bad accident.
But getting back to vision improvement, and dropping this unexpected meander into mainly unrelated personal medical trivia, I recently came upon this curious website advertisement, and offer it in case anyone with the interest and free time wants to check it out for themselves. My work schedule and home scene is such that I know that I personally would not currently invest the required time into following the programme, but I might give it a go if I take on a part-time work schedule in the next few years. For it's starting to look as if I may not be getting to Retire at 60 like I had intended...not unless some financial miracle finally falls upon me!
http://www.mercola.com/products/natural_vision_cd/index.htm