It has been a number of years since taking care of my own personal hygeine was something I took for granted. But now, with my foot in this lovely green monstrocity, only able to tolerate having it below my heart for about 5 minutes, standing up long enough to wash my face and brush my teeth is about all I can handle.
I long for a long hot shower.
Granted, I grew up in the era of water rationing. We washed our car on the lawn to conserve water. We learned more and more about landscaping that is best for our area. We turned the water off and on when brushing our teeth.
But today, I long for a shower. You know the kind. The kind you take in hotels because you know they will not run out of hot water. I want to stand on my own two feet and feel the water beat on me. There is little in life that is more relaxing than that. All of the stress, all of the burdens, all of the cares in the world, for a period of time, wash off my body and down the drain.
Alas, for now I am stuck with what... A blue specially made non-latex bag that goes over my cast. I sit sideways on a Rubbermaid step stool, balancing my bad leg outside the shower/tub, hold our newly installed hand held shower head and get it done as quickly as possible.
Ahh, but someday. Someday.
A shower. A long, hot, steamy, shower.
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