I suffer from these – I have done since I was a kid. Of course, they only really annoy you if you notice them, and then the trick is to forget they’re there again. I do that by looking at a complicated texture like a paisley shirt or a pub carpet – something swirly the floaters can get lost in. However, when I’m in West Texas and Eastern New Mexico visiting Linda’s folks the floaters come out with a vengeance. When driving there there’s nothing to look at except a bowl of sky and featureless land stretching out towards the distant horizon. A trip to Lubbock can have me scratching my eyes out.