Old. I’ve arrived.
I've passed a crossroads and the path back has been cut off. Headed straight into Old without so much as a warning sign. Old.
Wasn't supposed to get there. It's a destination from which no one returns, yet here I am.
The arrival in Old happened so quick, I am still trying to make sense of it all. In the span of two weeks, my entire way of living has changed. Between the time I was diagnosed and today, my body has already started misbehaving.
My vision has degenerated changed to the point where I can't focus on objects up close unless I peer over the top of my glasses or take them off. Doing either makes me feel older than I feel.
Ok. Mobile posting is full of fail.
