Even the picture hurts my eyes.
I have been reading a book about a murderer who cuts out women's eyes. One of the women is now blind but has had surgery to correct her vision.

My mom had glaucoma. When she first found out she thought she was going to be blind. It was the worst. She cried and cried. She thought that was the most terrible thing to lose. Everything she did required her eyesight. She loved to sew, knit, read, bake, use the computer and watch tv.
I take a lot of pictures of eyes. I have to post them all one day as a flickr set. I love that they are so unique and yet see everything similarly yet not always (you could be near or far sighted... you could be colour blind.)

Don't know where that was going... but I can tell you that my dad hates having his eyes touched. He has an eyephobia.
Iam seeing him tomorrow. I am excited.