As walked into the hotel, I felt an incredible pain in my head. I am 28 years old, a successful journalist, in excellent health, but something terrible is happening, I glace at the clock on the wall, I can see the handle of the clock, but no matter how hard I stare at the hands, I cannot figure out the time. Like a small child, I say out loud to myself, “The big hand is on twelve and the little hand is on eight,” as I hear my describing the position of the hands I figure out that is the 8o’clock I am startle to discover that I can tell time by sound but not by sight.
‘Steve Fishman’, the registration clerk calls my name, and it means my room is ready. I glance down to pick up my suitcase and notice that one of my shoelaces is untied. As I have done a thousand times, I reach down and pick up the loose laces. For some reason, when I look at my fingers, I can’t make them move in the right sequence to tie my shoes. I close my eyes to try to calm myself. Without looking at my gingers, I try again. Somehow, my fingers move automatically in the right sequence and my shoelace is tied. I can tie my shoelaces by touch but not my sight.