You see, I don't want to come on here and just tell you about my ailments, which I've been doing a lot of recently. So I'll tell you about the Posterior Vitreous Detachment in my left eye diagnosed by the local optometrist. It doesn't count because it's not an ailment. The helpful and reassuring piece on the RNIB website, says so. No, it is a natural change that occurs in the eye in many people as they get older and the symptoms are floaters and - the thing that is really stressing me out - rapid light flashes on the periphery of the eye concerned, particularly in the dark and dimly lit conditions. Apparently these symptoms can last from a few weeks to a year, with most cases settling down and resolving at around six months. So it's a fairly long haul. Just to up the anxiety, in the first two or three months you are more at risk from a retinal detachment, though this is fairly rare, but if the symptoms change or worsen I have to get to A&E pronto. My friendly neighbour has volunteered to ferry me there if necessary, day or night she says. I'm grateful.
Six weeks in now, and I'm staying in well-lit places, including sleeping with the bedside light on because I can't cope with the firework display in my left eye when I awaken in the dark.
Why had I never heard of this?
The theme that resonates more and more is : simplify. Things you no longer need - give away what you can, sell anything you can sell. When I'm fit enough the plan is to downsize and move to a smaller property closer to the centre of town which requires less maintenance. Walk to the shops, to the library, to see friends. I no longer want to fritter away nervous energy on stuff that drains me needlessly. Time and health are increasingly precious, dear God they are.
Pretty pink. The new gardener, Brian, nice man, gave me some cuttings.