Got to soak my feet in the creek for a few moments on Sunday afternoon. It is the most wonderful thing to shed your shoes and put your feet into a stream. Wonderful. That was on my trip to attempt to find my glasses….
I did not find them. This is a photo of the new look in eyewear. Old glasses with readers over them. Awesome. I try to wear my contacts and readers when I need to look not-quite-so-crazy, but the contacts irritate the heck out of my eyes, and I take them out at the first opportunity. I ordered new glasses on Monday. I hope it doesn’t take the full two weeks they’ve told me it will take to make them and get them onto my face. I feel like Mr. Magoo.
For some reason my phone actually synched this morning, and I had over 200 photos to upload. I am so happy they are now where they are supposed to be.
This is a photo from our Mother’s Day fishing trip. Oh, it was glorious.
Update on the depression: I feel like I am moving in the right direction, but I am definitely not there yet. I have written activities into my calendar this week, things that are good for my soul, and I have noted them each as “non-negotiable.” I hope I can keep these promises to myself and lay low little while. No visits. No trips. No stressful events. Maybe I will get back on my feet.
I have to tell you that if I do not regain my full cognitive abilities, I will be unable to hang onto my job. I cannot do this with, as one braggart says, “half my brain tied behind my back.”
My psychologist called yesterday to check on me. He said that some people never get back to their highest function after going off their meds. Holy crap. This can’t be me. Right? It can’t be.