I do a lot of things in my blindness that just make me laugh and shake my head. I don’t know why I haven’t thought to blog about these things. Maybe I have in certain posts, but I thought it would be fun to have a whole label dedicated to my blind blunders. So, I suppose this is the inaugural post.
A woman once said to me that if I share my vulnerabilities in meetings, that people will relate to me more. Isn’t that true? A person who seems perfect in every way isn’t very relateable since none of us are perfect. I can relate to a blind blogger when she talks about having a stain on her shirt for the entire day, only to have it pointed out when she gets home. I can relate and warm up to that person because they didn’t break down because of it. I need to know other blind people who shrug off their blunders, because it helps me to know that it’s ok to be silly. As for me and stains, I don’t know they’re there so I just don’t really care. 😉
I had the idea for this post because of a comment I left on a friend’s FB update. She mentioned she moved a lamp and reminded herself not to trip on the cord, only to trip on it immediately. So I commented about my laundry cart, and then decided to write about it in more detail here.
Every Thursday I do laundry. I use a laundry cart to transport the clothes to and from the laundry room. Things have changed a little now that it’s hot, because I get the laundry ready on Wednesdays so I can start it early on Thursday mornings.
When I first started doing the laundry on my own, I would roll the cart out into my entry way and then promptly forget it was there. How many times I ran into it…eventually I started trying to keep it in one specific place, but that never seemed to work. When Jayden was newly home and I had to keep him on leash in the apartment, he actually kept me from running into the cart once.
I would park the cart and tell myself, ‘remember the cart is there’, only to run into it five minutes later.
Now that I prepare the laundry on Wednesdays, I leave the cart full between my hamper and dresser, pretty much out of the way. For the most part it works, until the time that I go to my dresser and promptly run into the cart.
The worst is when I’m preparing the laundry. I’ll have the card unfolded between the end of my bed and the tv. There’s a small space to get around it. If something happens that makes me move from the spot, like grabbing something from another room to throw in the cart, I will almost always walk back into the room and kick the cart. Howling ensues. I rarely wear shoes in the house.
One time this happened while I was on the phone with Carol. I walked back into the room, kicked the cart, started screaming, collapsed on the bed holding my throbbing foot, Jayden runs in to make sure I’m ok, I’m near tears, Carol doesn’t know what’s going on, I can barely breathe, I’m telling Jayden I’m ok, while trying to tell Carol “cart…ouch…kicked…no shoes…”
Obviously it’s not that bad every time I kick it, sometimes I’ll suddenly remember it’s there and slow my pace so the impact isn’t as bad. Sometimes I’m lucky and I’m wearing my Crocs when I run into it.
I just am so used to wear things are in my house that I move around rather quickly. On rare occasions, B will eave a chair pulled out accidentally, or the vacuum in my path. But there’s just something a little humiliating about doing it to myself.
I thought I’d include several blind blunders in this post, but it’s already fairly long, so I’ll write some more at another time. Hope you enjoyed. =D