http://www.unknowncountry.com/diary en http://www.unknowncountry.com/diary/what-my-life-now <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:OfficeDocumentSettings> <o:AllowPNG /> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal">I have finally had the staples taken out of my head. (Staples are the new version of stitches.) So I no longer feel like I&rsquo;m sleeping on a handful of safety pins. I'm also getting used to people trying to get blood samples out of my tiny veins. I am afraid I have a rep among the phlebotomists around here!<br /> <br /> I still can see very little in my left peripheral field of vision, but I have added a new ingredient to the mix: hallucinations. I will be lying in bed, when all of a sudden I will &ldquo;see&rdquo; a row of people stand up to attention, as if they are having a meeting in some military context.</p> <p><a href="http://www.unknowncountry.com/diary/what-my-life-now" target="_blank">read more</a></p> http://www.unknowncountry.com/diary/what-my-life-now#comments LIfe Tue, 14 May 2013 00:48:56 +0000 wstrieber 26691 at http://www.unknowncountry.com