My husband and I got into our car after having breakfast out, and I handed him the ever-present anti-bacterial hand sanitizer. He used it and passed it to me. As I rubbed my hands together, I enjoyed the smell of apples in the car, a perfect compliment to the blue sky (blue is one of the colors I can somewhat see), the crisp temperature and falling leaves all around us.
I placed the germ remover into the console and began hunting in my purse (it’s not an unorganized mess, I just don’t see too well) for the pill container of his morning medications which I keep stocked for weekend morning meals out. While I searched, my husband fastened his seatbelt. I handed him the pill case and then the bottle of water I had opened for him, and he took the medications. He gave me the empty pill case and as I put it back in my bag, he put the car in reverse and released the emergency brake and began to back up.
“YO!”, I screamed, my Philadelphia DNA viscerally released and shot right out of my mouth. My car door was still open and I hadn’t buckled up yet. He stopped abruptly and said, “Oh, sorry.” I just sat there looking at his head, because even at that close range, facial features are hidden from me. My Bradley Cooper look-alike* put the car back into park as I stowed my purse, closed my door and got strapped in.
I said, “You know they tell you on a plane to put your own oxygen mask on before assisting others? That is said for us women, because we would instinctively help everyone before we took care of ourselves.”
No life vests. No flotation devices. No peanuts. Just me and my travel companion, Bradley Cooper.
*Apparently in the almost three years since the change in my sight, my husband has begun transforming into Bradley Cooper. When this information was initially shared with me by you-know-who, I did question if this was Bradley Cooper as The Elephant Man on Broadway. This was not received well which I took as a no. All I can say is won’t we both be surprised when (I repressed the urge to say ‘if’) my vision is restored?
