If someone came along today, asking me whether I'd like to retire right now, I would exclaim a heartfelt "YES!"
For six weeks now, I have been on an enforced break from work, and what can I say - there was not one single minute of boredom. Admittedly, for the first few days after each operation, I did not do much more than changing from the settee to my bed and back, and of course I had those early morning follow-up appointments at the clinic and at my own doctor's to get up for.
But after that, I was more or less able to do much of what I wanted, which included walks (on my own or with my sister), visiting my parents, doing my shopping, washing, cleaning and ironing, and of course welcome O.K. here at my place for weekends or travelling to his place.
Now this time of freedom is almost up, and I am scheduled to go back to work on Monday. The doctors tell me that my eyes are still adjusting for another 6-8 weeks, so it does not make sense yet to measure for new specs. But I can not really work without them, so I am having provisorial glasses made. Tomorrow or Saturday, I should be able to pick them up, which leaves me with a bit of time to practise before Monday.
My return to work won't be full force from the start, as I will still need frequent breaks from the screen. But I can at least do something, which is fine - but, honestly, I did not really miss work. I enjoy my job and like most of my clients very much, but there has been an ongoing situation at work for some months now that has left me a little unhappy, encroaching on my main area of competence much more than it should. That, and the freedom I enjoyed over these past weeks, without one appointment or meeting after the other, has left me with a desire of working less, knowing full well that retirement is about 15 years away and pulling out early is not really an option.
Well, we'll see how things go once I am back to my regular life.
In the meantime, here is a random assortment of pictures (mostly) from those days and weeks of freedom:
Flowers my Mum and Dad had sent the day after the 2nd operation last Tuesday:
New pair of "New Balance" trainers I ordered to replace my most-worn pair for the last five years:
Sunset walk with O.K. on the fields south-west of Ludwigsburg on the 17th:
Sunday morning breakfast for O.K. and myself on the 18th:
Later the same day, another walk (which left me more exhausted than I expected, but it was only 3 days after my operation, after all):
No specs fit my eyes at the moment, and I look a bit odd and MUCH older without them; can't wait to have them back:
Another picture of me without specs - here I am 5 years old, and it would be another two years before I got my first pair:
This past Monday (19.07.), once my sister finished work, we walked to the palace grounds and had them pretty much to ourselves:
Thankfully, the kiosk was open - there is always time for a Radler! (shandy)
On Wednesday, I went to see my parents for a chat and a drink on their beautiful balcony. It was close to sunset when I left, and I took a detour home to catch some of that wonderful light:
I keep reminding myself that all of this is still possible when I am back at work - just not so much at my own pace.