I haven't written anything here for a couple of weeks, but those
weeks have been interesting, so here comes a long post.
A few days now past the 3-month point, I've changed my mind about a
few things, but I don't intend to go back to edit or delete my earlier
somewhat misinformed posts, because the sequence of ideas is properly
part of the journey. Maybe when it's all over I'll write something
that's coherent from beginning to end and reads less like a diary.
Up front I'll say that I still expect to see this through at least
for one year, until April 1, 2008, in hopes that by then I should be
needing very little or no correction. I can hardly write that sentence
without reiterating how I mistrust the word correction in the
context of vision — correcting lenses don't correct! although they
compensate, they can have the opposite effect from correction in the
long run — but having expressed that, I'll keep using the term in its
presumptuous sense here.
As hoped, our family vacation touring Iowa minor league baseball
parks was not only a nice break from work, but another learning
experience in vision.
Something strange happened the first day of the trip: the apparent
reshaping mentioned in the previous post, which I had thought might be
a one-time experience, returned with a alarming surge. Movements
around the eyes were accompanied by repeated cracking sensations,
nasal cavities seeming to open, and a pronounced tingling around the
mouth and nose as if a set of nerves was being jostled and didn't
know where to go. This latter sensation lasted just over a day; the
tingling subsided, but a slight clamping sensation around the upper
jaw and nose remains, especially that feeling of lateral stretching
near the top of the nose. I'm not sure what to make of the episode;
it may be something unrelated to all this, but it was new to me, and
the timing of it makes me think it's some part of the work the visual
cortex is doing.
Also I should note that looking in the mirror, I see no blatant
outward change, nothing to turn me into an elephant man or a Dick
Tracy villain. Whew! If not for the day of nerve effects, I'd write it
off to imagination or allergies or something. Anyway, back to
baseball.
The first game (Iowa Cubs) made it plain that wearing -1.00 lenses
in each eye was sufficient without any effort to see into the far
distance with detail, as well as to focus close-up when writing on my
scorecard.
According to plan, I went naked-eyed to the second game (Cedar
Rapids Kernels). Here I was not entirely happy with the result. There
were flashes of clarity, but they didn't come involuntarily; it was a
night of mind games and conscious relaxation, of coaxing the muscles
around the eyes to unclench, breathe, let go. Whenever I forgot that
and started watching baseball, distance vision would blur again.
For the other two games (Clinton Lumber Kings, Davenport Swing) I
alternated and found the same results: the -1.00 lenses yielded good
vision, but going without them demanded my attention and was
ultimately distracting from other experiences.
In a fit of stubbornness I decided to leave my contacts out for
the four-hour trip home from the Quad Cities, and that produced an
unexpected revelation. Unable to relax consistently for such a long
stretch, I ended up straining in exactly the wrong way, and reached
home with a pounding headache. The next morning I still had some pain,
but interestingly, I also had the best uncorrected vision yet. The
reason was seemingly obvious and almost comical: it positively hurt to
do anything but see right. Any stress renewed the pain from
those complaining muscles, so I had to relax. It was a lovely morning,
vision-wise. But later in the day those muscles stopped complaining
and resumed their habitual attitude, and the benefit of having
strained them slipped away.
The conclusion is that at least for me, a "throw down your crutches
and walk" approach is going to be too frustrating to pursue. I can
make myself see reasonably well without correction these days, but it
takes conscious effort and so can't be maintained. I suspect however
that my weeks of working consciously on vision will prove to be of
benefit, because the new skills can probably be handed off to the
visual cortex; they constitute an expanded muscular repertoire. My
current working theory is that the visual cortex can effectively
retake control of all aspects of vision if it doesn't have a lot of
difference to make up. I think it can correct for a small amount of
out-of-reach focus, probably a half diopter or less, using an array of
tools including the musculature of the eyes and skull; if focus is
much farther out of reach than that, it doesn't seem to try.
So progressive undercorrection seems to be the way to go: just keep
that sharp distance vision right around the edge of what can be
achieved without effort. The question is how to acquire the hardware
to do it. Although what I'd like best is a box of -0.75, -0.50 and
-0.25 diopter contact lenses, several of each so I can step myself
down with time, I don't expect help from my optometrist in an
enterprise whose success can only lose him a customer, and, let's face
it, discredit his profession.
But I do have some reading glasses, a collection of unopened
full-correction contacts, and the knowledge that the diopter values of
lenses are roughly additive when you stack them.
Yesterday for the first time I assembled a -0.75 combination by
putting my left-eye lenses (-2.25) in both eyes and wearing reading
glasses (+1.50) over them. The math is straightforward enough — the
correction might not be exactly -0.75, but it's close. To test this
setup I went, where else, to a minor league baseball game. I also
picked up a pair of +1.75 reading glasses at K-mart and had them
along. Around the fourth inning I decided that my vision was pretty
good at -0.75, and switched to the stronger reading glasses to get an
effective -0.50. This was enough to let me keep enjoying the game but
not enough to provide completely consistent sharp distance vision.