Driving was the single worst thing about SOM and definitely among the top three reasons I fianlly opted for surgery.  (The other two being inability to do anything resembling close work, and general clumsiness and weaving and wobbling around.)

 

I no longer felt I could put my two precious granddaughters in the car and go out and do  "Gramma" stuff.  Driving the two and a half hours to visit my mom became something to be dreaded.  I could get into the car, think things were going to be OK that day, and within minutes, the SOM would kick into high gear and make things very unsafe for me--and God help the innocent people around me who had no idea that a person with a raging, wonking eye was on the road with them.

 

I am SO GLAD that's in the past.  It was the pits.  All I could do was wear sunglasses, pull the visors down as far as they would go to eliminate sunlight streaming in, and close one eye until I needed to take a peek to the right.  I would always hope for a cloudy day when I had to go any distance.  Secretly, I knew I should not be out there at all.  I can't think of one positive thing to say about SOM and driving a car.  Not one.