Smokeing And Bicuspid Aorta Valve

the most important sense

"Let's see, what are the senses?
-Mmm ... smell, touch, taste, sight y. .. y. .. another, I'm sure, but I do not remember.
-Hearing, Sukaczer.
"Oh, that is I do not give much importance, you know Miss? The ear is like ... Passenger sense, may or may not be, right?
-All the senses are equally important. Or do you think there is way more important?
- Of course I believe!
"Let's see ... What would be the most important sense, then?
- The View, Miss! Thus

. I believed all my life. If a way can be his own but also other powers, then it is most important. And for me, the view is the cornerstone of my humanity, my connection to the world. I communicate with others through of sight.
Even my ear is supported at the hearing. Without hearing what I hear all become senseless. The voice would sound. I hear it, and therefore I always care my view and, moreover, I have always felt very proud of her.
I have (had) a super view.
saw the farthest, smallest, most moving, most focus. I saw the side without moving your head. As with the touch in the blind, visual perception, rather than the "seen it", takes place in the deaf preferentially.
And mind you, something happens to my eyes. Beware
cosmetics can cause allergies. With
computer monitors, by the reflection (I have glasses antireflex).
with eyestrain.
With sunglasses purchased anywhere, that can hurt rather than protect.
With the sun or its reflection in seas, rivers, snow.
With the dust from the environment.
To watch TV nearby.

As the center of my universe, my eyes are sacred. Dedicated to two gods relate to my surroundings.
But as with all gods, one day comes a new low of religion and divinity.
In my case, I came of age.

From one day to another (actually overnight), I felt that "it bothered me look." My eyes were not approach as before. A feeling that I lost sight. I got tired of reading. And the typical slanted my eyes began to attempt to read at close range, or my hand away the text. The much mocked but both my husband for this gesture of "age", which suddenly did not give me much grace that I return the favor.

was losing my only superpower. I was living the transformation of my super view in ordinary light. A view of a woman 40 years with presbyopia. The diagnosis also added a slight astigmatism (right eye before the visual nerve was flexible and offset the problem, now is old and does not), causing that feeling continuous blur.

Now I have two pairs of glasses (very nice either). One for close (0.75 diopter correction for astigmatism), one for distance (0.50, ditto). The truth is we still do not need (like the doctor said that I will see better, but I was awarded best visual quality). And my senses, I can ensure that one has failed and another betrayed me.

that age comes alone, we know. But we would not bring many visitors.