My mom could paint or produce quilts with amazing color combination. Her eldest son (that would be me) can be oblivious to color. Often, when i look at a new job site, the first question my wife usually asks when i get home is, "What color is their house?" Unless it is white or a shocking color, i have no clue. I jut tell her, "If everything is green it is a healthy yard. If it is all brown, they got problems."
Recently, I had been in the hospital for 2 days when they catheterized my heart. It was actually, with today's technology, a simple procedure. Just before i passed out from whatever they put into me "to relax me a little" I got a serious pain in my chest. I first thought I was having another heart attack, but decided "these people know what they are doing." and just allowed myself to go to sleep. I would either wake up or not wake up. i was not worried. Sometime later, i was aware that I was being wheeled on the gurney. I did not open my eyes until I came to a stop. I was looking off to the side and I noticed a wall just beyond an open door. The wall was purple. The first thought that came into my head was a mortuary. My first words were, "My God, I died!"
Now, I eventually figured it out that the purple wall was actually the room I had actually been "resting" in for the last two days and I had never noticed the color of that one wall. All the other three walls were an off white. Oh well, the nurses were not surprised at my exclamation. I had been joking and telling stories the whole time. A couple of days later, they all waved bye bye to me as I was on my way to go home. My brief heart problem has not improved my color recognition one bit. 8)
Tinker