Life in soft focus

I'm not in work for a couple of days. There's not much point when I can't focus on a computer screen for longer than 10 minute bursts. (And even then I wind up with a headache and shallow depth of field for the next half hour. Consequently, I'm writing this post in very short bursts). I have 2 shiny new astigmatisms (so neither eye would feel left out), as well as deteriorating distance vision to add to my shonky near-sight. It makes me wonder how I failed to notice my vision was worsening until it got to the point where I can't really function - surely I should have noticed something earlier? Of course, in hindsight I can tell you that my vision's been off for a couple of weeks now (even though my hindsight is no longer 20:20). Of course, my boss expects me to spend my day doing work in 10 minute bursts, but it's not worth the head-ache. I'll just have a busy few days once I get my new specs (Wednesday, apparently, after finding an optometrist with super-fast turn-around times, and damn spunky they are too). Hooray!

Annoyingly, my eyes aren't the only area of bodily failure at present. A catalogue of individually-insignificant symptoms suggests my thyroid hormone levels have dropped a little too low (this isn't a bad thing, when you consider I was thyrotoxic for almost 12 months. The medication is finally doing it's thing, it's just challenging to balance it in just the right range by adjusting medication and considering the interplay of diet, exercise and the interacting hormonal interference of PCOS) so it was off to the pathologists again today for another vial of the red stuff to be drawn and analysed. I should get the results back on Wednesday, or maybe Thursday. *sigh*

It's a frustrating process, getting everything right, made even more so by having a month or two where everything balanced out and I got to feel strong and healthy for the first time in years (or perhaps ever). Losing my health again so quickly after finding it, well, it's enough to make a girl stabby. I've just got to keep believing that all these little wobbles are bringing me one step closer to permanent good health. Which reminds me, I've got a physio appointment on Wednesday too (what an action-packed life I lead), where he'll hopefully give me an all clear on the knee incident. After a month of forced R&R I'm looking forward to a bike ride or a proper swim with mildly alarming levels of anticipation.

So what's girl to get up to with all this not working, no reading or writing, don't bend the knees to much lifestyle? Let's just say that the remaining weeds in my garden have taken to cowering at my approach. And tomorrow, I'm going to tackle the last two year's unsubmitted tax returns. Eeek!