Hello, Readers!
I hope this finds everyone well as they can be, and happy. I just had my first evaluation from the Department of the Blind and Vision Impaired in my state of our Glorious Union.
Next month, I will have something known as a low vision exam, and be assessed for magnifiers, glasses, and the like to help me do what I do. I will also receive a white cane, and be taught how to get around in my neighborhood safely with the cane, and I am awaiting the permanent Handicap Placard to hang from the mirror of any car I may be riding in, so I get the good parking all the time. (See? There IS an upside to everything)
I feel more confident now about the fact of my blindness. It is hard to accept, depending on others for so many things- I can't read any of the clocks, except my alarm clock, for instance, and so I have to ask what time it is. I can't read the labels on the spices in the cabinet, so I have to smell them til I find the ones I want for whatever I am cooking. I can't go anywhere alone, because I don't know where the hell I am once I get past my front walk.
I can't see the TV anymore, so I just listen to it, the way my grandparents used to listen to the radio. Really kind of ruins Wrestling on Friday, Monday, Tuesday and Thursday, tho. That's a lot more fun to watch than turn up loud enough to hear. They are really retarded. What the hell is going on with the scriptwriters?! Has it always been so damned dumb??? I used to just watch, with the sound turned down to a reasonable level for my husband to hear, but I couldn't. Now he tries to turn it up for me, so I can listen to it, but it's so damn dumb, I can't stand it. It was enough last week to make me glad I can't hear it. I mean, I knew they talked trash to one another- all athletes do- I knew there was a story line, of sorts. But this is ridiculous. Somebody help us all. Ugh.
So that's it for me. I just got myself a little stumbling block to step over here, with this blindness issue. Not that big a deal.
So, what have you stumbled over this week?
Happy Reading!
Mary