As some of you who follow me on Twitter and Facebook may have noticed, I’ve been socializing my heart out this summer. Reconnecting with the world has been a bit scary but fun: scary because I always feel a little trepidation that there might be awkwardness or resentment after letting so much time lapse; fun because I discover the fear is all in my mind and the relationships pick up as if we chatted last month. Summer is half over and I still have two trips and four get-togethers to go, not counting the usual treks to the burbs. It’s funny. While depressed, I felt all alone and couldn’t remember knowing anybody hardly. Now, I realize my social web is much broader than I recalled. Mental illness truly is a hideous liar.
As you might have guessed, my mood has been rock solid stable for two months and counting. It seems Dr. G. and I have found the Holy Grail, otherwise known as the right medication cocktail. I’m chuffed. Patty, my little Pomeranian is too. She’s been happy and talkative (which may or may not be a good thing). At least she’s enjoying all the attention she’s getting from visitors.
There’s been another development. Once the depression receded, I realized my vision had worsened. Thinking I simply needed new glasses, I visited the optometrist, who alarmingly sent me to the ophthalmologist. It turns out that my cataracts (at my age!) had accelerated; vision in my good eye has worsened to the point that I need the thing removed. The first surgery is scheduled for late October. If all goes well, the second surgery on the left eye occurs about a month later. They will implant corrective lenses so that I might not need thick glasses for the first time in my life. So, there may be a silver lining in yet another dark cloud this year.
2013 has been a hell of a year and it’s only July.