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I was able to put food in my mouth and drive myself around but anyone paying close attention to me last week may have diagnosed me with some neurological disease. Or perhaps judged me a bit tipsy.
I climbed and descended stairs with trepidation, misjudged distances slightly when opening doors and stared at my computer screen and the newspaper with my head tilted at odd angles.
Blame the bifocals I began wearing Monday.
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