Sometimes I'm my own worst enemy. Actually, usually I am. This weekend was a rather slapstick reminder that I appear to have it out for myself.
After all the grief of my eye going wonky recently, and all the crap I had to endure to make sure I didn't lose vision in it to the iritis, I almost blinded myself. On Saturday I had a spaz attack and hit myself in the eye. OW! Then Sunday I noticed there was an area of fuzzy vision in the lower part of my field of view. I went back to my eye doctor yesterday and yep, he could see damage to the retina. But he said it was not torn or detached and it should heal on its own. Nothing to do but wait and stop hitting myself in the eye. I guess I should avoid handstands too.
Speaking of handstands, I've been wanting to get back into yoga cause it's been too long with the eye thing and whatnot keeping me from class. So Saturday night I was doing a little yoga at home to get my body reacquainted with stretching. I guess I overdid it, because I seem to have pulled a muscle down near my tailbone. OW! I've been hobbling around like an old man for the last two days. Getting into and out of the car is the worst, but rolling over in bed is a close second. Thank gods it seems to be almost all better this morning. It's still a little sore, but I can move normally at least.
Oh yeah, the eye doctor had to dilate my eye to inspect the retina, and the drops haven't worn off yet. I guess 3 weeks of dilating has my eye used to being dilated, so it hasn't reverted yet. I hope it gets better soon so I can venture outdoors into the nice sunny day.