I find myself at the begins of S.A.D. (Seasonal Affective Disorder) I was hoping, because everything has been going so well, that I could delay it’s onset, but not so. In truth, it’s a little early this year, not yet fall. But that’s as may be. So, let’s play catch-up.
My Cardiac CT, that my personal Doctor insisted on, went really well. In fact, the cardiologist used words like wonderful and superb and terrific. He said all sorts of wonderful things about my heart and the surrounding blood veins, arteries and vessels. He said there was no sign at all of a heart attack, no signs of any blockages and very minimal plaque. He said he hadn’t seen a heart in as good a shape as mine, for someone my age, in a long time. Woo Hoo! So I celebrated by getting my hair done, a perm and a cut. (Looks pretty good.)
Now, while all this was going on, we were dealing with smoke from the fires all the way over in California and Oregon. Also, in the part of Southeastern Colorado that I live in, we were having dust storms. We had one so bad that it closed the hiways between our town and the border both to the south and to the east. When you have asthma and COPD, both of those events are not good. So, after a few days of extra oxygen and allergy eyes, I went to my ophthalmologist for my annual eye exam. She was new, my older eye doctor having retired at the first of the year. But I really liked her. Even if I wasn’t thrilled with her diagnoses. My eyes, never very good anyway, have gotten to the point that my glasses can only partially correct my vision. Can’t get it to 20/20 anymore. I told her so long as it can be corrected so that I can continue to work, I will deal with it. She smiled and said that not being able to see well enough to do things was a long way off still. Okay, so I can deal with. Heck, for most of, if not all of, my life, I’ve been told that I would probably be blind by 60, so no big thing. (By the way in 4 months I will be 60.)
So, while things are going well, physically, my mental issues are returning. I’m glad its only seasonal. Though I’d prefer not to have to deal with them at all. Even though I still have small bouts through out the year, too many grey rainy days, etc., my worst days are when winter hits. Last year wasn’t too bad, but with predictions of a cold, wet, El Nino winter, I’m not looking forward to winter… oh well. Sigh