By Correne Martin
For just seven minutes, I struggled.
I couldn’t flip the newspaper pages or punch the tiny keys on the phone. I had to adapt when I couldn’t remove silverware from the drawer or pick up a pen from the table. My dexterity was weakened and I could hardly open the pet food container to feed my dog.
I saw people around me smiling and nodding, sometimes shrugging their shoulders and laughing. But I could barely hear what they said.
My distant vision was poor and my peripheral vision was non-existent. To see and hear someone behind me, I had to turn my entire body around and face her—and even then, my senses were limited.
