To be a mushroom

I almost wished I didn't know about the Retinitis Pigmentosa. It seems like it would be easier if I just thought my eyes were getting bad, and not have to know, with each flash of light I see or with each floater, each eye twitchy thing, that my retinas are dying a slow, but certain death.
I find myself rubbing my eyes when I'm reading, because they tire so easily. And as I rub my eyes, I find myself wondering if they will get tired faster and faster the more this progresses. Of course, on the flip side of that is the fact that I would probably not be making travel plans if I didn't know about it, so there's that.

I've been sick with a nasty chest funk and sinus funk for two weeks now, and honestly, I haven't felt up to writing at all since I've been sick. I'm finally starting to feel better now, so hopefully I'll be able to concentrate and get some writing done soon.
Meanwhile, I'll be over here, sipping on home made chicken noodle soup and jamming to some Pandora mixes while I try to eradicate my house of the sickly germs that seem to have set up camp. See you soon!