sorry, I couldn't resist.
I stood in the bathroom for 5 minutes trying to get a better whole picture. No dice. My brain has adjusted in order to help me walk without tripping, drive within the line and go down stairs without falling. Depth perception correction has its own problems. Even looking at a picture of the room isn't much help as my brain still cuts the picture into blocks.
This all goes on in the matter of a second or two. It's difficult to explain -- It's like looking into a room through a very lacy curtain for a split second, then more of a tunnel vision view.
I asked my son to take a look. He stood there for a couple of minutes and then said, "Mom, she's talking again. The voice is telling me to cut myself." Sigh. SIGH! "Well, tell her to shut up unless she has a decorator degree." Ignoring the bitchy voice, I kept pointing out things to him. "Mom, if it makes you happy, then leave the things where they are, do you know where the Ativan its?" All in one breath. Small sigh. Son wanders off.
Maybe it's time for a trip over there...