OK, I’m back to staring at my feet instead of using my cane. It’s the losing-vision equivalent of the combover.
My ever-changing vision seems to have settled down into a “blind from the nose down, 20/20 from the nose up” situation. OK, it’s not as wide as normal vision, but it’s much wider than it ever was 2009. That’s the good news. The bad news: It looks (from my point of view) like I’m carrying a large box everywhere I go.
You know how it is when your arms are full. You can see in front of you, you can sorta see left to right – but the cat better not get in your way or else it’s getting stepped on. That’s how I see (as of this week).
Of course, my arms aren’t REALLY full, so I can point my face down and see the floor. So I’ve been doing that a little.
“As long as I keep this hair on the side and comb it over, I’ll never be bald!”
Am I telling myself “If I can walk without the cane, I’m not really blind anymore” ? I really hope not. If I come away from this year without learning a thing or two, then I’m a moron.
So, how are those Braille classes going?
Uhh… I haven’t been back to the class since that one time.
What about your O&M Training?
Orientation and Mobility.
That’s how you learn to get around.
I’ve just been teaching myself. Feeling the edges of curbs, listening for the quiet of traffic lulls.
It’s a freaking miracle you didn’t get run over. Why haven’t you taken classes?
I dunno. I taught myself to read, to ride a bike, to drive a car, to drive a stick shift, to shave, to breathe fire, to edit film, to cook, to rebuild a VW, to re-wire a house, to build a PC, how to program in BASIC and HTML… and if I remember the stories of my childhood correctly… how to walk the first time.
The way my mother tells it: I didn’t crawl, or even stand. I just sat and sat, and then one day (at around nine months old), I got up, walked across the room, took back a toy stolen from me by a cousin, and walked back to where I was sitting.
Knowing myself, I’m sure I was practicing walking in the other room when/where I could do it without being watched. I hate when people see me learning how to do things.
You’re a moron.