I’m preparing for Plastic-Free July, a month where I will be avoiding most single-use plastics.
It’s March.
I know.
It’s 4 months away. Why do you need that
long to prepare? You already have the reusable water bottle and bring your own
bags to the store. What more do you need?
There are still a lot of single-use plastics in my life. I want to find alternatives for them.
Like what?
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I wash and moisturize my face in the morning.
Your soap and
moisturizer come in plastic.
I put on my deodorant*
that comes in a glass jar. And I brush my teeth with a bamboo
toothbrush* and plastic-free toothpaste.
That’s good. By
the way, that toothpaste doesn’t have fluoride in it. Ask your dentist to make
sure that’s ok.
Some of my zero-waste and reusable products: water bottle, coffee mug, freshly-made almond milk, deodorant, safety razor, toothbrush, and produce bag.
Then I have breakfast – a vegan protein
smoothie or a vegan
patty on a toasted bagel. I get to have both on my long workout
days.
The versions of
all those products you’ve been buying come in plastic.
And I have my coffee with almond milk. We make our own almond milk now, and we store it in a glass jar in the refrigerator.
That’s because
the carton has that plastic top on it, so we switched. By the way, we need to
find a recipe for vegan butter since our
brand comes in a plastic tub.
I use reusable containers to take my
lunch to work. After work, my preferred snacks are crackers or a small bowl of
cereal.
Cereal and crackers
come in recyclable boxes, but they have plastic bags inside them. We’ll have to
start making our own, find plastic-free brands, or switch to something else.
Oh geez. Frozen fruits and veggies are
staples in our diet. They all come in plastic bags.
It’s going to
be an adjustment. I don’t know if we can get berries that don’t come in a
plastic container of some type. Perhaps at the farmers market.
Wait a minute. Can’t we use plastic bags
as long as we put them in the recycling bin at the store?
The point of Plastic-Free July is to not use them to begin with.
Some of the plastic staples currently in my life: protein powder, contact solution, lip balm, moisturizer, and face soap.
We can still eat things from cans,
right?
As long as
they’re BPA-free. After seeing the documentary, Bag It, I never want that stuff
near me again.
What about vitamins – and your
prescriptions?! The pharmacy won’t let you BYO container for that.
That’s true,
but we can at least switch to brands of vitamins that come in glass. I will
continue to take my medications as prescribed.
Umm . . . what are you going to do about
lip balm? You have like 5 of those going at a time.
I will find a
plastic-free brand.
What about Rosie?
Rosie is exempt
from plastic-free July, just like she’s exempt from my veganism. She’s 11
years old and blind. We’re not messing with her life. But I think it
would be fun to try making our own dog treats for her.
What about her dog poop bags?
There may be
some experimenting with alternatives like using newspaper or junk mail to pick
up after her.
This is hard.
Now you see why
we’re taking 4 months to prepare.
I’m looking
forward to Plastic-Free
July, but I have no delusions. I won’t have a 100% plastic-free
life. I want to seek out and reward companies that don’t use plastic packaging
and look for alternatives to products that I can’t get without plastic. This
will be a challenge, and I’m looking forward to it.
This legislative session, 1289 bills were introduced in Arizona. Every bill that didn’t receive a First Read by last Friday (February 22, 2019) is dead. If a bill doesn’t get a First Read, it doesn’t get assigned to a committee. If it doesn’t get assigned to a committee, it never gets voted on. I could not find a comprehensive list of all the bills that died (or that are still pending for that matter), but among the dead bills is my bill.
HB2289
would have given Arizona the ability to issue non-binary driver’s licenses. This
law would have provided the legal recognition that non-binary people deserve to
be treated the same as men and women. It would have helped alleviate the
problems that arise when someone’s appearance is discordant to the gender they
were assigned as birth.
The currently law only allows for male and female
designations on IDs. There are no other options. Even if you present a
non-binary birth certificate or a non-binary driver’s license from another
state, they can’t issue you a non-binary driver’s license. Even if the MVD
wanted to, it can’t issue a driver’s license with “X†for non-binary. (I know.
I’ve tried. Ditto for leaving the field for sex blank. The computer won’t
process the application without “M†or “F.â€)
During this legislative session, I called or emailed Speaker
Bowers’ office almost every day. My friends called and emailed him too. I never received a response, even when I
specifically requested a call back. Each time I asked him to give the bill a
First Read and assign it to a committee. My requests fell on deaf ears.
I never asked Speaker Bowers to support the bill. All I
asked was that he allow it to be heard.
Issuing non-binary driver’s licenses is not a new idea. Currently,
Washington D.C. and 6 states issue non-binary driver’s
licenses: Arkansas, California, Colorado, Maine, Minnesota, and Oregon. (Looking
at the pending bills and previously passed laws in other states, Maryland,
Massachusetts, New York, and Vermont are the most likely states to be next to
grant non-binary driver’s licenses.)
Wait. Back up.
Arkansas! One of the states in the “bible belt†is more progressive
and accepting of non-binary people than my state!
Granting non-binary people driver’s licenses that match
their gender won’t change most people’s lives, and it shouldn’t be that
expensive. It’s a matter of updating a form and some computer software. By not
even letting the bill be heard, the State is telling non-binary people that we
don’t exist, that we don’t matter, that we don’t deserve the same rights and acknowledgement
as everyone else. The State of Arizona is saying we’re second class citizens at
best.
This hurt. Having my bill die without being given a chance
was a slap in the face and a kick in the gut. It made me want to figuratively
crawl into a corner and cry.
Image by Ted Eytan from Werk For Your Health (Creative Commons License)
At the same time, I want to scream at anyone who says we don’t
exist. I will shop in the men’s and women’s sections if I feel like it. I will
cringe every time I hear someone refer to me as “ma’am†or “miss.†I want to
take my non-binary birth certificate (thanks California!) and whip it out anytime
someone claims we should be forced to use the bathroom based on what gender we
were assigned at birth.
We know we exist. I’m not asking for your validation. I just
want the same rights as everyone else.
If you’re curious about the status of a bill, you can look
it up on the State’s website. A lot
of good bills died last week.
When Rosie lost her right eye to glaucoma and became a pirate pup in 2015, our doctor said it would only be a matter of time until the illness took her other eye. They said most glaucoma dogs lose their second eye within a year of the first one.
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Day 1: Sudden
Blindness
Monday, November 19, 2018 (the Monday before Thanksgiving): Rosie woke up blind. When we went for our morning walk, she stumbled when the surface of the ground changed from sidewalk, to gravel, to grass. That’s what tipped me off that she wasn’t just tired. Not that she could see much before then – between the glaucoma and her eye drops, Rosie’s view of the world was like looking through a straw after her first eye surgery.
I called our puppy ophthalmologist’s
emergency number (it was before 6 a.m.). The doctor gave the go-ahead to give Rosie’s
emergency meds and told me to make an appointment with our regular vet. I mixed
glycerin with milk and slowly poured down Rosie’s throat with a big syringe.
This dehydrated her and hopefully brought down the pressure in her eye.
How About Today?
I got an appointment with our
vet just before noon where they confirmed what I already suspected: Rosie
was blind. Her glaucoma had spread and the pressure in her right eye was too
high. It needed to be removed.
I asked our vet if they had availability on the schedule to do Rosie’s surgery the next day. She went to the back to check the surgeon’s schedule. When the vet returned, she said, “How about today?”
At 12:30 that afternoon, I left Rosie in the trusted care of our vet where the same surgeon who did her first enucleation would be performing her second one. The hardest part was not being able to explain to Rosie what was about to happen. I couldn’t tell her, “These nice people are going to put you to sleep, and when you wake up, your head isn’t going to hurt anymore, but you’ll never see again.”
Support from the Blind
Basset Community
One of the first people I reached out to after leaving Rosie was Daisy the Blind Snowflake – an all-white blind basset I knew from Instagram. Her mom told me that adapting to blindness is harder on the human than the dog and gave me some tips. That was reassuring.
Sarah and Thomas to
the Rescue
I picked up Rosie from the vet at 8 that night. The vet tech was
very sweet. She told me while Rosie was in recovery, it was just her and
another dog in that area, neither one in a kennel or cages. At one point, Rosie
randomly walked over to the other dog and gently bumped her head into them.
I snapped Rosie’s protective cone from her first surgery around her head, loaded her into the car, and drove her home. Newly blind and still groggy from surgery, she didn’t want to move much. When I unloaded her from the car, she refused to walk, even with a gentle tug on the leash.
I had a moment of mild panic. What was I going to do? I can lift my 68-pound dog, but I can’t carry her the 100ish feet from my parking spot to our condo. I immediately called my neighbors, Sarah and Thomas, who bolted over to help. Thomas scooped up my potato sack of a dog and carried her all the way to her bed.
It turned out, Rosie was freaked out by the cone. As soon as I unsnapped
it, she was fine. I made her a deal that she could have breaks from it while I
home, nearby, and awake, if she didn’t scratch at her stitches.
Day 2: Surreal
The day after surgery was surreal for me as I looked at my beautiful dog with her swollen purple eye and thought, “My dog is really blind. This isn’t going to change.”
She can’t see shapes. She can’t even see light. She literally
has no eyeballs. Her world is dark.
There were some sad moments for me that day, but I found comfort
in reminding myself that adapting is harder for me than Rosie. As I was experiencing
these thoughts, she was comfortably relaxing on the lawn.
Day 5: You’re Killing
Mommy
I often participate in Buy Nothing Day on Black Friday, but I had to make an exception. I was working in my home office, and Rosie was crashing around the living room in her cone.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
I try to be patient with Rosie, especially in times like this where she can’t help it, but the noise was making me insane. I think at one point I actually said, “Rosie, you’re killing Mommy.”
A quick run to Ryan’s Pet
Supplies saved my sanity. I got Rosie a soft inflatable doughnut to replace
her plastic cone. I think we were both happier for it.
Imperfect Navigation
Basset hounds are scent hounds. I figured navigating as a blind
dog would be easy for Rosie. I was surprised to see her that she couldn’t
beeline toward a scent.
For example, Rosie’s bowls are in the kitchen. You have to go
around the counter to get to them. When she walks to meals, I have to watch to
make sure she doesn’t walk into a chair that’s under the dining table. There’s
plenty of navigation space. Sometimes she sniffs at her water bowl before realizing
that her food bowl is next to it. Even though she has a top-notch sniffer, she’s
still navigating in the dark.
Going for walks is a daily adventure for us. We switched to walking with her car harness after her second surgery – a suggestion from the vet tech. At first, it was like walking a marionette. I always have to be on the lookout to make sure she doesn’t inadvertently walk off a curb. When I let Rosie lead, she frequently walks in ovals in the parking lot. I’m not sure why she does that.
I learned that other owners taught their glaucoma dogs verbal commands for “right,” “left,” “slow down,” and “hard stop” while they still had some vision. Yeah . . . Rosie and I didn’t do that. She spent the last 4 years mostly being self-directed on our walks and often walked off-leash. Going back to wearing a leash has been quite the adjustment for her.
One thing I do during our walks is I let her bump into things.
Not hard. When we’re approaching a car or a wall, if she wants to keep walking
toward the solid object, I’ll slow her down and let her gently bump it. I
figure she’s not going to learn how close things are without experiencing it.
Rules for Blind Dog
Living
Here are some of the rules I’ve learned for living with a blind
dog:
Don’t move the furniture. (I’m not one of them, but apparently there are people who recreationally rearrange their furniture.)
No clutter on the floor. Don’t leave things like shoes out where your dog can trip on them.
Open doors slowly. You never know where your blind dog is on the other side. Your dog cannot tell how fast the door is moving and get out of the way.
You can help your dog navigate by tapping on the floor or wall near where you want them to go.
Protect your blind dog from approaching dogs. During our first week of blind living, a rambunctious dog came up too fast on Rosie. (He just wanted to play.) That was the moment I learned to step in front of Rosie to physically block her from fast approaching dogs.
Use a harness to walk your blind dog. You don’t want to pull at their neck.
Use a “blind dog” leash.* Rosie has the leash and collar.* This way, anyone approaching us will see that she’s blind and be more thoughtful.
Use scent-based play. We like to play hide-the-treat where I’ll hide pieces of dog treats in shoes, in her bed, behind doors, etc., where she has to sniff them out. Rosie also loves pushing around her Kong treat ball.*
Give all other treats directly to the dog’s mouth. For dental sticks,* bully slices,* and Milkbones,* I hold one side of the treat near her face, and let her grab it with her mouth.
Day 90: Getting the
Hang of It
I’m still getting used to having a blind dog. I’ve seen a big
improvement in how well she navigates our condo and our complex. She’s gained a
lot more confidence in the last few weeks.
She often sticks close to walls and furniture both when walking
and laying down. Whenever she lays down at home or in the office, her butt or side
is usually touching something. I think this gives her a sense of security about
where she is. Whenever I’m looking for her, I scan the edges of the room.
One of the things that gives me the warm fuzzies is seeing her recognize
familiar people and dogs. Her tail wags like crazy when she realizes she’s
found a friend, sometimes followed by happy whines.
Over the last 90 days, Rosie and my lives have changed a lot. She doesn’t need eye drops anymore. We walk slower. I have to get out of her way, because she’s not getting out of mine. I try to be careful about scary noises like the food processor and vacuum.
On the flip side, a lot of things have stayed the same. Rosie is
still my baby. She’s still as stubborn as ever, and probably now even more
spoiled (as she should be).
