One night, I danced with Amy Winehouse without realising
“How many fingers am I holding up?” People love to ask that when they find out you have bad eyesight. But that’s exactly how I realised I was going blind.
In December 2010, I was 21 and had just begun my second year training to be an actor in London. I’d been doing 12-hour rehearsals, six days a week. When I stretched out my arm and looked at my hand, I couldn’t see where one finger ended and another began. I went to an optician, and was promptly sent to the Royal Free hospital.
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