These Iraqis know how to cut my hair better than anybody else. They really make my head look good and that takes some doing. Its not quite as pleasant as the Icelandic girls that used to give me haircuts in Keflavik, but my hair looks better. At least as far as military haircuts can look.
The only awkward time is when an Iraqi barber pulls out the straight razor and shaves my sideburns and the wayward fuzz just above my ears, then runs that thin edged steel down the back of my neck.
So yesterday after I got my haircut I came back to crunch serial numbers some more at my desk and realized I couldn’t see. I had a white, blind spot in the left corner of my field of vision. The horror wasn’t that I couldn’t work but I couldn’t even surf the net, what I call monitoring CNN. LtCol V. said I should go to the clinic. I did, they still owed me their property record anyway.
At the clinic it got worse, a jagged line like pixles formed across my left eye. Then the periphery of my vision blurred and started to flicker. The Doc didn’t know what to do so he sent me to the CSH to see the opthamalogist. By the time I walked the mile to the CSH my vision had cleared.
The opthamalogist listened to half of my story then finished the other half for me (with complete accuracy). Turns out I’d had an ocular miagraine, not painful and very common. Still he dialated my left eye to explore.
So there I am walking back to the palace with a patch over my left eye. Though I managed to squint my way thru a meeting when I got back I couldn’t effectively see until after dinner.
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