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I know, I've been away for awhile. Longer than I'd have liked, but I haven't been able to muster the urge to write more than a few lines in comments lately. Today, though, I think I want to sit down and talk about what's been going on in my life lately, and how it relates to my gaming experience.
Recently I underwent cataract surgery, and I know what you're thinking. "24 years old and you have cataracts bad enough to warrant surgery? Isn't that something old people get?" Well, yeah, it is. My doctor tells me it's an occasional side effect, though, for people who undergo medical treatment for asthma at an early age due to the steroids in the medications. My lungs work great now, but my eyes? Not so hot. I've actually been having trouble with it for the past few years. Due to multiple complications any kind of treatment had to be put off until I was able to either afford insurance on my own or get back onto my father's company insurance. Couldn't afford it on my own, job market was terrible. Couldn't get back on my father's insurance, we didn't have money to send me back to school to finish up my term. So any attempt to combat or treat the problem had to wait for awhile. Then awhile longer. Then awhile longer than that. I'd grown surprisingly proficient despite essentially being blind in one eye, but there are certain activities (in particular, driving, a necessity, and shooting, a hobby) I had to habitually avoid. The issues with the cataracts were exacerbated by sunlight, so I gradually began to spend more and more time indoors, and countered with very dark sunglasses for being out and about. Thankfully the problems I was having were not nearly as bad with things like screens or televisions, though they still proved to be difficult from time to time. It made it a lot easier to function through that period where nothing could really be done for my eyes. After the revised Health Care bill went through Congress, which extended the time dependents could be placed on a parent's insurance, it was finally time to get down to business. One visit to an ophthalmologist, and I was set for my surgery the very next day. 24 hours between me and clear vision in one eye. I don't have a problem telling you, I was fucking terrified. The laundry list of shit that could go wrong coupled with the already debilitating effects of the cataract in that eye and the knowledge that recovery would mean wrapping my brain around an entirely new way of seeing compared to the adaptations I had made to the cataracts being present, it was all pretty difficult to take in. No matter what nightmare scenario actually happened when I was under the knife, though, nothing could be worse than the actual blindness I was experiencing and the havoc it was wreaking when my brain tried to mesh the conflicting images from both eyes in my head. It was necessary. It never ceases to amaze me what human beings are capable of when something is necessary. The surgery itself was a pants-wetting experience mainly because it's a personal nightmare to have my eyes messed with in any way, shape or form. Near as I can tell this stems from an experience I had as a kid where another boy threw sand at me and it got into both my eyes. Trying to blink it out caused it to get under the lids and I could feel it scraping against my eyeballs. Ever since then, anything about the eyes bothers me and I tend to tear up very easily even in empathetic situations, like seeing a person on TV in a dust storm. Most likely psychosomatic but it's still there and still irritating as all Hell. Once they had me drugged up I calmed down a bit, but not quite all the way down. Memory gets a little fuzzy there, though. Post-surgery they taped an eyepatch to my face and sent me on my way for another day. A day of itching, irritation, and general fear, wondering if things would work properly when all was said and done. All is said and done now, and things worked... pretty good. Adjusting is difficult. My left eye is now essentially permanently set at a certain range, about arms' length. It was supposed to be closer but the astigmatism in the eye caused a very slight misalignment with the artificial lens they gave me. The strangest thing about it is, I can't focus on things with that eye any more. (This isn't a complication, it's just the nature of the artificial lens, it doesn't focus.) It's like looking through binoculars that you can't adjust. Surprisingly frustrating. My doctor says it's going to be difficult adjusting to having the "vision of a 65 year old man," and I have to say I agree at this point. It's a very strange experience overall. For the rest of my life, one part of me will always be synthetic. There will likely be more as I go on, but 24 is kind of a young age for that kind of initiation and it's still very weird. So far it's had a somewhat negative impact on my ability to game. I have to be sitting at just the right distance in order to make out subtitles, which makes any story-based game more difficult to follow. The same trouble has cropped up in shooting games, having trouble discerning what's what, particularly friend or foe. As a result I've been playing a lot of fighting games, where things tend to be a bit more straightforward even when they're blurry. Thankfully this will be rectified as soon as I'm able to get my new prescriptions written for glasses, which I'll have to wear the rest of my life. It's still weird wrapping my brain around that idea, too. Now at this point you might be wondering to yourself, "What the fuck does any of this have to do with Deus Ex?" The answer is simple. When I started thinking about the unexpected necessity of having something in my body replaced in order to function, I felt a strange sort of kinship with the new Deus Ex: Human Revolution protagonist. I came to the conclusion that I might actually enjoy having that unique thing in common with a character, and began to wonder how many little traits and experiences in our lives provide us with those personal connections to things, whether they be fictional or otherwise. So, now that I've shared one little idiosyncratic connection my life has, I'd like to hear about how all you other D-Toiders relate to and find common ground with characters in the medium. What little things do you have in common with, or seek out in game personalities? Who do you feel the most common ground with among the casts of your favorite games? Share in the comments!
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I feel for your pain and fear. However, know in your heart you did the right thing. The alternative was blindness, and at 24 you've got so much life ahead of you, so many things you've yet to see for the first time. What helped my mother-in-law through her ordeal is the example of her husband, Otto. Maybe it will help you, too.
He was diagnosed with cancer in the 70's, and was subjected to extremely aggresive full-body radiation. This burned out the cancer for good, but left him with a slowly degenerating nerve disorder. In the 90's he lost the use of both his legs, and was confined to motorized wheelchairs.
However, Otto had a indefatigable spirit. When he felt his legs start to lose sensation, he immediately had hand controls and a remote ramp installed in his minivan. He retook his drivers exam and was licensed to drive with hand controls even though true paralysis was years away. As a crippled man, he never stopped living his life. He continued hosting parties, excerising, going on camping trips and vacations, he even went on cruises and drove his family across the United States and back again one summer. He remained the life of the party and lit up any room he 'rolled' into!
Unfortunately, life in a wheelchair takes its toll no matter who you are. His spine slowly bent over the years and in November of 2008 his lungs retained a pneumonia bacteria that he just couldn't shake. Not having a spleen exacerbated his sickness and a month later his spectacular life came to a stop.
I know every hurdle my mother-in-law faces she is reminded of his example. She never stops in honor of him, because the day before he died he was sitting in his hospital bed, planning to take all of us to Disney World the following year (although, he was going to 'let' me drive, lol!). Yes, your life has had some medical challenges thus far, and no doubt as the years wear on there will be more to come. Just remember people like Otto, who defined their lives and lived them fully instead of letting diability define their limits.
I wish you all the best, and thanks again for sharing.
I guess I should find out more before I start wishing for cataracts! LOL!
Oh... and yeah, the fact that they don't knock you right out for the surgery... but that you're partially awake... ewwwwww! That creeped me out sooo bad!
Unfortunately, I do have a macular dystrophy (butterfly pattern dystrophy) so apparently I will have later issues and even cataracts or lense replacement surgeries may not save my sight and chances are that I will eventually go blind. Luckily it being a butterfly pattern (random), my eyes may be able to compensate.
Ugh... and your blog is reminding me to make my eye appointment and see my opthamologist!
... and best of luck with your new eye!! I know my parents are really happy with their own results, but your experience may be different (they say that colors seems so much more intense).
@DynamoJoe,
People like that serve as an everlasting reminder that life simply goes on. Adaptation and improvisation are at the heart of leading a satisfying life. Getting used to the idea of adapting to one thing only to throw out all that information and adapt all over again.
@Oran
It's not so bad, considering that the cataract in the left eye was actually already blinding me. The act of going through the surgery was pants-wetting but I never doubted that any kind of change would be a positive one.
@Elsa,
You're not partially awake. You're fully awake, but you've got an IV with some pretty heavy stuff in it to keep you relaxed. It kept me stable, but not quite entirely calm or relaxed. The surgery itself is terrifying mostly because you're imagining what they're doing, but you can't actually SEE it. There's a high powered light shined directly into your eye that effectively blinds you. With the exception of moisture, you can't really "see" anything except for light, but you can tell when the lens comes out because everything suddenly becomes very blurry. It's after that point that my memory gets kind of fuzzy, and they taped the eyepatch over my eye and let me recover from the medication.
As far as the ability to focus goes, there's actually a type of lens replacement that does allow you to focus, but it wasn't recommended by my doctor for my problem. It could be different for you.
@DaedHead8,
I don't expect the physical adjustment will be too jarring for me. It's the mental one that's really strange, that my vision will always be incomplete without glasses. Adapting to that will take some time, but comfort will come. I hope it's the same for me, too.
I wish you the best of luck, but you seem strong enough to tackle the complications life throws at you.
To answer your questions - I can't, at this moment, think of a game character that I relate to, but I guess what I look for in a character is someone who's not perfect. Someone who makes mistakes and doesn't always win.
C'mon, you know its badass.
Seriously though, congrats on getting through the surgery unscathed!
I HAVE done that! Living in Arizona, the design of the house I live in is somewhat open so for awhile there (before I got new blinds) a lot of sunlight was getting through. Occasionally I wore sunglasses in the evening because of the glare of the setting sun. Once or twice I forgot to take them off and at 2 or 3 in the morning realized I was still wearing them. Didn't happen often though.
Congrats on making it through. Eye surgery sounds scary as hell!