"Left turn"

I have 2 sisters and a brother with Retinitus Pigmentosa, a degenerative eye disease causing tunnel vision, night blindness and a bunch of other shit. Because it is a genetic illness, every couple of years I get wondering whether I have it as well, even though I am many years beyond the age it is normally diagnosed. I've gotten to thinking about it again recently, as it seems that in the last month I have had at least 3 close calls on the road in which another car seemed to appear out of nowhere. That's how sister Mary actually found out the hard way that she had the disease.

So today I'm in London, making a totally normal left turn into the Home Depot when suddenly I'm blasted by some very irate person just leaning on their horn. It was so loud the guy had to be right on top of me. I thought holy shit! I've done it again, and this time I'm getting hit. My heart practically stopped as i braced for the inevitable.
But somehow...somehow... the crash didn't materialize and slowly...very slowly... it sank it what had happened.

The horn was my own!!!!

For about the last month there has been something rattling around inside my steering wheel. It sounds like a coin. Whatever it is, it seems it made the necessary electrical connection to blast my horn. It happened again a few minute later and I scared the shit out of an old couple who were just getting out of their car in the parking lot. For the rest of my trip I kept expecting it to happen again. I thought, what happens if next time it doesn't stop?

So now on top of all the other anxiety in my life I have become dreadfully afraid of making a left turn.

Of course there is no obvious way to take the steering wheel apart, and I'm afraid to start prying at things for fear that I'll end up with a faceful of airbag. For the same reason I suppose it will cost a fortune to get it fixed by a professional.

Anyway...thats life I guess. I am pretty tired today as well. I had a horrible night last night and I think my first decent outside ride took a lot out of me as well. I swam 750 metres, and ran/walked the block.

I wish to dedicate day 170 to my nephew Mitchel. I can't believe I missed him until now!!

“Don't you ever wonder maybe if you took a left turn instead of a right you could be someone different?'---Anon

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