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Regular routine things and how they were once difficult
I was making my bed today, when I got to the other side of it and noticed that part of the duvet was crumpled on the opposite corner. I'm ashamed to say I'm a pretty meticulous...*cough cough OCD**cough cough*....'scuse me.....kinda guy and I had to go around the bed to straighten it out before finishing the corner I was doing beforehand.
This got me thinking back to 2007, when I was beginning to do things independently again. I had a routine of cleaning the bathroom first, then vaccum bedroom, make bed, then begin on the rest of the house : Sunday was cleaning day, but it usually turned into a prolonged and conveluded confusion fest, often beginning with taking ages to straighten out the bed as I made it.
Each time I straightened out a corner of the sheets, something to be done elsewhere would be forgotten. Sometimes, I'd fall on the bed in my haste to make it before forgetting everything and that would only make things worse.
So, I learned to always leave the vaccum cleaner by the door so I'd know to at least vaccum after making the bed. It was then that I realized the stairs in the house and carrying the cleaner up them seemed dangerous. I often made the bed and then carried the vaccum cleaner slowly up the stairs, clinging to the hand rail out of a fear of falling backwards. It would be at the top of the stairs where I'd stop and realize that, by having gone from making the bed to carrying the vaccum cleaner, I'd forgotten something in my routine which should have been done inbetween the two tasks.
The vaccum is obviously a loud piece of equipment and the noise would frequently make my head spin. Worried about vertigo, I'd forget that I hadn't cleaned the bathroom in my bedroom and I would finish the upstairs vaccuming before slowly hauling the machine back down the stairs - my balance was so terrible back then that, when I stepped down with my right foot onto the next step, my whole body would over compensate and follow that direction. I only didn't fall because of the handrail.
By the bottom of the stairs I'd think back to what I'd done and remember straightening out the sheets on the bed repeatedly so, if I'd made the bed, I figured I must have cleaned the bathroom.
Basically, I then did the various other tasks, all containing balance challenges and overpowering cleaning smells which were similarly disorientating, then get back to my room and find it still needing cleaning - but the bed would be made and that wouldn't make sense to me,
'I'm a meticulous person,' I would think, 'how did I only make my bed and not clean the rest of my room?' - which is the point where my imagination and former paranoia took over : I wouldn't do that so, I figured, someone else must have made it and not me, but who? I pondered this before frantically beginning to search the house for an intruder. The fact that nothing was missing nor that any criminal with half a brain wouldn't break into the house just to make my bed didn't enter my mind at all, in fact, this thought process was usually halted when I passed by the computer room and saw the computer, waiting for me to check my emails,
'Do it, go on, y'know you want to, forget the housework for the time being and enjoy your Sunday' I thought as I sat down and logged on to my growing obsession which was/is posting upon this site.
I sat down with a list of things to do on my cleanup,
'Wait on,' I recall once thinking, 'isn't someone here?'
'Who?' I answered myself,
'An intruder' I replied before laughing out loud like a maniac and knowing if there was anyone in the house, my maniacal cackle would probably scare them away,
'No it wouldn't' I pondered,
'What wouldn't?' I answered,
'Be scary'
'Scary? Who's scared?'
'We are'
'Why?'
'I'm not sure, I think you're worried about carrying the vaccum cleaner up those stairs and, look, it's nearly midday, you wanna go for your walk before midday so you can practice am walking without presyncopal lightheadedness presenting itself' I answered as, suddenly, the clock on the bottom right of the computer screen showed the time to be 11:45am and I began to panic as I forgot about the cleaning I was yet to do.
I panicked and hurried in order to walk in the morning and not the afternoon : I needed that, to know that I could do my daily walk free of dizziness and headache, before midday. Nothing else took precedance, only that goal.
I began walking just before midday, stressed and hurrying in order to meet the pre midday deadline. I walked and nearly fainted an average 3 times/time,
'Why did that happen?,' I thought, 'it's not 8 or 9am when I usually have 3 attacks of dizziness' - then I arrived back home and re entered my room only to see that my bed was made,
'What the heck?,' I thought, 'is someone here?' - I then got up and searched the house only to find it empty, stopping as I passed the computer room and re entering in order to check my emails and this webpage. It felt like the first time doing so that day, though I felt relieved that I'd resisted the temptation to do so before going for a walk and, despite the dizziness, I got the walk in before midday,
'Didn't I?' I thought as I began to worry that my recollection of walking was from the day before and not that day.
It was then that I began to seriously count my dizziness. If I counted the dizziness and recorded it in my daily diary I carry (invaluable) then I'd know not to walk again when I inevitably forgot having done so on any given day,
'Dan, there's someone here' I thought and didn't recall hearing the door, or remember someone ringing and announcing a visit - I'd remember that because, at that point, no one wanted to know me,
'Have I cleaned my room yet?' I asked before rechecking it, seeing my bed made and then straightening out the creases in the duvet yet again, before the process began once more.....except the walking part - I knew I'd done that, at least.
How do the mundane aspects of life like cleaning, cooking or whatever, trouble you either physically or mentally? What things do you find challenging and why?
This got me thinking back to 2007, when I was beginning to do things independently again. I had a routine of cleaning the bathroom first, then vaccum bedroom, make bed, then begin on the rest of the house : Sunday was cleaning day, but it usually turned into a prolonged and conveluded confusion fest, often beginning with taking ages to straighten out the bed as I made it.
Each time I straightened out a corner of the sheets, something to be done elsewhere would be forgotten. Sometimes, I'd fall on the bed in my haste to make it before forgetting everything and that would only make things worse.
So, I learned to always leave the vaccum cleaner by the door so I'd know to at least vaccum after making the bed. It was then that I realized the stairs in the house and carrying the cleaner up them seemed dangerous. I often made the bed and then carried the vaccum cleaner slowly up the stairs, clinging to the hand rail out of a fear of falling backwards. It would be at the top of the stairs where I'd stop and realize that, by having gone from making the bed to carrying the vaccum cleaner, I'd forgotten something in my routine which should have been done inbetween the two tasks.
The vaccum is obviously a loud piece of equipment and the noise would frequently make my head spin. Worried about vertigo, I'd forget that I hadn't cleaned the bathroom in my bedroom and I would finish the upstairs vaccuming before slowly hauling the machine back down the stairs - my balance was so terrible back then that, when I stepped down with my right foot onto the next step, my whole body would over compensate and follow that direction. I only didn't fall because of the handrail.
By the bottom of the stairs I'd think back to what I'd done and remember straightening out the sheets on the bed repeatedly so, if I'd made the bed, I figured I must have cleaned the bathroom.
Basically, I then did the various other tasks, all containing balance challenges and overpowering cleaning smells which were similarly disorientating, then get back to my room and find it still needing cleaning - but the bed would be made and that wouldn't make sense to me,
'I'm a meticulous person,' I would think, 'how did I only make my bed and not clean the rest of my room?' - which is the point where my imagination and former paranoia took over : I wouldn't do that so, I figured, someone else must have made it and not me, but who? I pondered this before frantically beginning to search the house for an intruder. The fact that nothing was missing nor that any criminal with half a brain wouldn't break into the house just to make my bed didn't enter my mind at all, in fact, this thought process was usually halted when I passed by the computer room and saw the computer, waiting for me to check my emails,
'Do it, go on, y'know you want to, forget the housework for the time being and enjoy your Sunday' I thought as I sat down and logged on to my growing obsession which was/is posting upon this site.
I sat down with a list of things to do on my cleanup,
'Wait on,' I recall once thinking, 'isn't someone here?'
'Who?' I answered myself,
'An intruder' I replied before laughing out loud like a maniac and knowing if there was anyone in the house, my maniacal cackle would probably scare them away,
'No it wouldn't' I pondered,
'What wouldn't?' I answered,
'Be scary'
'Scary? Who's scared?'
'We are'
'Why?'
'I'm not sure, I think you're worried about carrying the vaccum cleaner up those stairs and, look, it's nearly midday, you wanna go for your walk before midday so you can practice am walking without presyncopal lightheadedness presenting itself' I answered as, suddenly, the clock on the bottom right of the computer screen showed the time to be 11:45am and I began to panic as I forgot about the cleaning I was yet to do.
I panicked and hurried in order to walk in the morning and not the afternoon : I needed that, to know that I could do my daily walk free of dizziness and headache, before midday. Nothing else took precedance, only that goal.
I began walking just before midday, stressed and hurrying in order to meet the pre midday deadline. I walked and nearly fainted an average 3 times/time,
'Why did that happen?,' I thought, 'it's not 8 or 9am when I usually have 3 attacks of dizziness' - then I arrived back home and re entered my room only to see that my bed was made,
'What the heck?,' I thought, 'is someone here?' - I then got up and searched the house only to find it empty, stopping as I passed the computer room and re entering in order to check my emails and this webpage. It felt like the first time doing so that day, though I felt relieved that I'd resisted the temptation to do so before going for a walk and, despite the dizziness, I got the walk in before midday,
'Didn't I?' I thought as I began to worry that my recollection of walking was from the day before and not that day.
It was then that I began to seriously count my dizziness. If I counted the dizziness and recorded it in my daily diary I carry (invaluable) then I'd know not to walk again when I inevitably forgot having done so on any given day,
'Dan, there's someone here' I thought and didn't recall hearing the door, or remember someone ringing and announcing a visit - I'd remember that because, at that point, no one wanted to know me,
'Have I cleaned my room yet?' I asked before rechecking it, seeing my bed made and then straightening out the creases in the duvet yet again, before the process began once more.....except the walking part - I knew I'd done that, at least.
How do the mundane aspects of life like cleaning, cooking or whatever, trouble you either physically or mentally? What things do you find challenging and why?
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