The rain and the damp, cool weather must have put most people off last night. Only Jamil, Donald, and myself were in the gym, outside of Alan. Alan and I sparred. Once again, my left eye took a shot.
A look in the mirror confirmed that my eye was red, but no other damage was visible. I worry about that eye because it has a floater in it. I don't know exactly how long it's been there, but I do know it started sometime after I was laid off from the agency two years ago. I just woke up one morning and noticed a little dark wisp traveling across my pupil. It's probably a little blood that seeped out from the vessels in my eye. Who knows how it got there? I don't remember taking extremely bad hits to my eye or head (other than what normally happens when I spar). It's been time to see an eye doctor, but I need to find an inexpensive one that is knowledgeable about diabetes. My father had cataracts, and at the time of his death, there was a tumor behind one of his eyes. He refused to let doctors do anything about it. I'd rather be more proactive about my sight.
A letter that I had forgotten I'd written to The Ring magazine was printed in their latest issue. The issue has Manny Pacquiao on the cover (who by the way, won a political election in the Philippines recently). A columinist wrote an article not long ago complaining about ring card girls, and I agreed with him. Now if only "The Bible of Boxing" would cover more of the female boxing scene, I'd be very happy.
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