Simple Pleasures

In The Doubtful Guest by flagg2 Comments

you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone… but sometimes, you get it back. If you are lucky.

During my time in rehab, one of the things i missed most was the simple, lovely luxury of showering. I lived on the schedule and ebb and flow of the nursing staff, and often a week would go by before I could get the necessary assistance. The shower itself was, honestly, kinda grotty… imagine a YMCA shower used exclusively by ancient, deranged fruitbats and babbling, diaper-soiled fossils. Some of the things I found in there would so haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights, that thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood (Thank you, Keats)

When I got home, my first shower was ill-thought out. I did not have rails, I did not have a shower chair – and I did not comprehend the drastic change in physics my amputation brought about. Getting out of a slippery tub was painful, exhausting, risky, and took entirely too long.

But today I have had to appreciate some of the progrss I have made and the assistance I have gotten. Between the shower rails put in under the direction of Mistress Ardenne of Rapture NYC, the shower chair, and a reasonable learning curve I can finally shower for pleasure again… and I really appreciate that all the more fighting this heat.

Still a little complicated, always risky if I’m not careful when I get up and out… but my God, what a luxury. i’ll probably hose down a third time before bed…

Just because I can.

  • I’m- a gonna gitcha
    sump’n that you can use and take with you to TES Fest. You’ll dig it. It’s a-maaaaaay-zing!

  • (((HUGS))) and yay! for simple pleasures.

    Remember, I’m good with insurance appeals, so if you ever have a problem getting something covered, I’m here!