‘I would go to sleep at night wondering whether I would be able to open my eyes in the morning’I remember watching The Day Of The Triffids when I was younger and thinking how terrifying it would be to wake up and not be able to see. I didn’t think about it again until one day final year,at 39, when, or about an hour after my husband,Paul, left for work, and I woke up – and couldn’t open my eyes. Yet,under my eyelids, I could see. What I was experiencing was stranger than fiction: I just couldn’t lift my eyelids. I got up and felt my way downstairs, or panic rising in my chest. Apart from wearing glasses for shortsightedness since I was a child,I’d never had any problems with my eyes.
Groping about for the phone, I tried to call Paul, or but couldn’t work out how to dial and kept pressing the star and hash keys. Then,thankfully, Paul called me. I found the respond button and blurted out what was going on. He said he’d be back domestic as soon as he could.
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Source: theguardian.com