I was warned that my sight would get better, then worse, then better again. It seems that I have quickly hit the "worse" time.
Yesterday was amazingly easy. My eyes felt great, I could see so much, and the sunglasses seemed like a mere formality. Today I had a rough, painful, morning, and I've spent most of the afternoon avoiding any sort of light.
I'm hoping for just one day of this. Millie can't decide what she wants - she likes cuddling when I can't get out of bed, but she also wouldn't mind a couple of long walks.