After two months off, due to my eye situation, I finally returned to the A&P last week. Felt like a kid going back to school. Don’t know what I’m talking about? Check out this post. It’ll bring you up to speed.
Returning to the A&P was like coming home. It put some normalcy back into my life, and I can’t tell you how good that feels.
I’m still getting used to my eye not being 100%. I thought the bubble would be long gone by September. “They,”
meaning the internet, said these sorts of bubbles are usually absorbed back into your body in six to eight weeks. Eight weeks was September 1, and my bubble still hung in there another week. Yup, nine weeks. It was smaller, sure, but just as annoying. Mostly, what got to me was the light bouncing off the bubble and streaking around my eye. That and wearing the florescent green bracelet telling everyone I had a gas bubble in my eye. Man, it was a happy day when I finally got Charlie to cut that thing off. Good riddance!
I went two months without driving. That was rough. I probably could have driven sooner, but that light bouncing off the bubble made me nervous. The vision in my eye that was operated on is blurry and a little distorted. It’s getting better, I think. I hope. With my good eye factored in, things even out and I can see pretty good. Still, things feel….a little off. For three to six months, my vision should keep getting better. I’m getting my eyes checked the middle of October and will order new glasses. So, if all goes well, by the beginning of November I should have things ironed out.
When this eye thing first happened, my sister Irene said to me, “I wonder what you’re going to learn from this.” And honestly, as the time, that irritated the hell outta me. Summer was just getting into full swing, and here I was, down for the count.
For the first few weeks of my recovery, I had to really slow down. Stare at the floor all day. It was literally a pain in the neck. See, I’m a gal that moves pretty quick. I’m always puttering around, remembering something, and changing direction mid-stream. I startle the dog, sometimes, and Charlie, too. I’m typically multi-tasking up the yin-yang.
When Irene said that to me, I replied, “Okay, you know what I’m learning? I’m learning I really like going fast!” Gotta admit, I was some cranky.
Time progressed, and I started to ease back into my life. But I still couldn’t do things the same old way. I had to be more gentle with myself. You know, not so demanding. Take things in a more leisurely fashion. Try to accomplish one or two things instead of twenty.
One day I says to Charlie, “Hon, I’ve been feeling kinda weird lately. Not in a bad way, mind you. Just different.”
“You’ve been through a lot with that eye of yours, Ida. Had to slow down, huh?”
“I know. I’ve never gone this long without working. Ever.”
“Well, we do take vacations now and then.”
“Sure, But you gotta admit: vacations are always plumb-chucka full, doing this and that.”
“Yup, they are.”
“Well, Charlie, I think I finally figured out what this feeling is. I’m relaxed. I mean, really relaxed.”
“You wear it well, Sweetheart.”
“Thanks, dear.”
Now that I’m getting back to work, I’m hoping I can keep some of that easy, relaxed vibe going. ‘Cause I like the way it feels, you know? Fingers crossed.
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
Hear Ida Tell It: Back to Work Again