Well, hello there! Long time, no see.
It’s Labor Day here in the States. And even though autumn doesn’t officially start for a few more weeks, I’ve always thought of Labor Day as a kind of boundary, the day that draws a line between the summer and the fall.
So what better day to return from my summer blogging vacation than today?
How was your summer?
Mine? It was, well, unexpected.
In fact, I didn’t mean to be away from this space for as long as I was, but life has a way of conspiring against our best laid plans, doesn’t it?
My summer started off with a trip to the eye doctor that ended up shaping the next few months.
One morning, as I was driving my daughter to her 15 month check-up, I noticed a spot in my vision, an amoeba that danced away from me whenever I tried to focus on it. I’d heard about these floaters before. Indeed, given my extreme near-sightedness, my doctor had told me to be on the look out for them.
As the day went on, I noticed the spot less and less, but followed my instincts and called my ophthalmologist who had me come in later that afternoon. He did an exam, talked to me about what floaters are, and then referred me to a retina specialist. Just in case.
When I saw the retina specialist the following week, I expected to leave his office with an assurance that everything was fine, that my floater was totally benign, and that he’d see me in a year.
Yeah, not so much.
Instead he gave me the news that I had a retinal tear in my left eye – the eye where I’d notice the floater. But the thing that concerned him more, he said, was that I had a retinal detachment in my right eye – where I had no symptoms at all.
One retinal tear, one retinal detachment. Both of which needed surgery, the sooner, the better.
Long story short, I had laser retina surgeries in each of the following two weeks. The procedures were, um, unpleasant. (I usually pride myself on being tough when it comes to medical stuff, but there’s something about eyes and needles near them that did me in.) And the recoveries were longer than I anticipated. Although I did sport a very impressive black eye for about a month, I would have gladly traded it in for the ability to read and use the computer like I’m used to.
But all is well now. My retinas are fine, my vision is fine, and I’m back in business. And I learned a fairly powerful lesson about going with the flow and scrapping plans when the plans don’t fit the life you’ve got. Thus a summer that was supposed to be about writing and exercise and fun outings with the kids became a summer of resting and moving slowly and hanging out at home.
When life gives you eye surgery, drink store-bought lemonade instead of making your own, I guess.
My oldest two started school last week, the sun is turning in earlier and earlier each day, and I’ve even needed a sweatshirt the last few mornings when my daughter has woken me up.
Yes, fall is here.
And so am I.
And I’m glad to be back.
Image: Elusive Summer by CarbonNYC via Flickr under a Creative Commons license.