unbelievable!

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I'm a flipping hypochondriac's dream, I tellz yiz. Today I have had not one, but two attacks of what appears to be known as "scintillating scotoma" and, let me tell you, it's anything but scintillating to experience. No accompanying headache, but rather a head full of dread, which amounts to one for sure. Aging sucks. I don't know what it is. I ripped out my contacts in the first episode and ran around the house worrying a solution to the brightness factor, which was in no wise immediately attainable. I have the coolest cloth shades with wood ribbing that are the perfect solution for anyone who doesn't ever want those windows open, but doesn't want to forfeit too much light, but today it was way too bright in here anyway and bubkes I could do about it. I put some drops in instead. I ran around in circles a little longer until my attention deficit thing crashed into my concentration surplus feature and drove me out into the world, amnesiac, and finally to the store. Hours later I remembered the appalling twenty or thirty minutes of vexing visual disturbance and not a minute into the memory and the resolve to google about it but the fucker came back. This time I resolved to determine if it was one eye or the other or both. Seemed to be both earlier, but I wasn't being scientific at the time. Tonight it seems it's my left eye and my poor nearly dead right eye just can barely be revived to weigh in on impending detachment of a retina or mere inflammation of an allergy addled sclera. So I have resolved to take myself to recumbency, listen to the masterpiece of Norman Finkelstein all over again and forget about this baloney.