“Gestern noch auf stolzen Rossen, heute durch die Brust geschossen”, as WIlhelm HAUFF (Ger., Eng.) once put it in a poem called Reiters Morgenlied, Horseman’s Morning Song. After a weekend spent in fine company in sunny Suebia, I went to work this morning, still all good. Then I had to see the company doctor for the bi-annual check-up, and it went downhill from there. In the end he prohibited me from driving until I can show correct new glasses. He kindly avoided words like “ticking time bomb” and “accident waiting to happen”. I had realised that reading has become a bit difficult over time, but when I stared into this eye testing thingy, I understood that something is wrong.
Cheating Adjusting the glasses did not work. And when the friendly assistant showed me a cardboard with a dot, I could not help and had to ask “Dot ?”, what produced a light sigh from her.
I drove home. Shortly afterwards my dispatcher’s right-hand-man wrestled the car keys from my shaking hands, and that was that.
And rightly so. The risk is simply much too big, it is totaly irresponsible not to act.
Tomorrow midday I’ll see the optician who “made” my glasses (in 2012), there will be an eyesight test resulting in correct new glasses (and a huge bill), and with a little luck I’ll be back on the road next week. Meanwhile I am on forced holiday, a good chance to look around and orientate oneself.
I need some friendly music today. Please listen with me to Mr David RUSSELL playing Minueto by Francisco de Asís Tárrega y Eixea.
I hope you like the music – and if you realise that your eyesight changes, have it checked please.