So I was bad today. Doctor's orders are made to be broken, right? Plus, I have them on a minor technicality....no one ever told me I couldn't put any weight on my leg this time. I suppose the nursing and physcial therapy staff assume after seven surgeries and showing me x-rays where they took a chunk of bone out down to the marrow I should know what to do. But I HAD to take a shower this morning. Washing at the sink just doesn't cut it. That works fine for a few days, but there is just nothing like a good soaking.
Fortunately I still have a shower chair that I acquired in 1995 when I had my spinal cord injury. Janay pulled it out of the attic last summer after I was first injured. The shower chair allowed me to hang the leg with the wound vac attached out of the shower while I soaked and scrubbed the rest of my body. All I can say is......Aaahhhhhh! Plus, I gotta smell good for surgery tomorrow :)
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Everyone at work thinks you are this really nice guy. I knew down deep you were a rebel.
Hope the surgery goes well.
I love how you have people fooled at work!!! Rebel fo sho!!
Hee hee! I have most of them fooled, but Don is my boss and he knows better.
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