When we were apartment hunting, one of this place’s major selling points was the presence of a dishwasher. My S.O. works full-time and goes to school, and IIH can make it a little tricky to do dishes (unless you’re a fan of forgetting to use soap and dropping half of what you own). So, hey! Automatic dish cleaning robot buddy to the rescue!
There’s only one problem that I didn’t quite foresee — using a dishwasher actually involves a lot of bending over.
I don’t know if you were reading here when I was living in VA and applying for disability, but not being able to bend over without falling was a big part of why the doctors I saw said, “Yeah, you’re pretty messed up.” Now add dishes. It’s not like I’d be breaking pieces of antique Limoges china, but still. Who wants to run the risk of losing a couple of plates every time they want to clean up a little after dinner? Or end up having to replace all of their dishes with plastic?
Right now, my S.O. and I have a pretty clear division of labor that involves me doing the things that don’t involve bending, handling breakable things, or potentially burning down the building because I forgot I left a burner on. He does things like laundry, loading the bottom rack of the dishwasher, and making sure I’m not traipsing around leaving unattended open flames in my wake. It’s still frustrating for me, though — I’m a grownup! I’d like to be able to make plates clean by myself!
In the mean time, I’ve come up with ways to try to load it without involving any of the things that might result in a fresh head wound and a floor full of broken porcelain. Most of my ideas are Rube Goldbergian contraptions featuring large slings, a series of buckets, and a small crash pad, however, so I’m thinking I might just have to settle for only being able to do half of the dishes.
C’est la guerre.