Some months ago, for some random reason I became fixated on aviation. I’ve never had the desire to be a pilot before that. I went all the way, researching the field, looking for programs/schools, joining social media groups, events, and discovery flights. I went full force until I went for the AME (Aviation Medical Exam). I was told I failed the vision part of the exam and needed to pay a visit to the eye doctor to see if it could be corrected. It couldn’t. It was beyond repair, so I was told. I didn’t fight it; I knew I was visually impaired but not to the extent of it being irreversible. I cried for a good day and a half, but I eventually let it go. It’s already a dangerous profession, and I didn’t want my blindness adding to the risk factor. Anyway, I would have been denied by the FAA anyway.
Some of my most recent curiosities have been everything, really, especially financial wellness because, as stated in a previous post, I am unwell. God forbid a girl wants to live like money grows on trees.
In Quest of Her 