After more than two weeks of pain and worry, of a growing sense of doom, of anticipation of yet another problem, I was granted the most perfect happiness of my life this afternoon.
Following the removal of a foot-long tube in my chest, and after five days of sponge baths of little worth, I was told that I could take a shower.
And here I am - sopping wet, dripping all over the fine furniture and costly rugs of my room, and brought nearly to tears by joy!
I was turned loose in a giant shower room and told to "enjoy!" I did, for forty-five minutes, under powerful streams of hot water, mounds of soap, and under the influence of some rather hideous singing that no one bothered to stifle.
It's the little things - really and truly
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You never know how much you'll miss those little things until you are denied. I bet it was the best shower you'd ever remember having.
ReplyDeleteVery nice to see you up and about Tom. Good timing, you should be fit as a fiddle when the riding season begins.
ReplyDeleteAll the best,
David
Actually - probably not!
DeleteYou dear man. I am so sorry about your "event". And still that lovely face beaming- in the hospital.
ReplyDeleteIt's always the little things. And 45 minutes! Powerful streams of hot water! Sounds like a spa! I'm happy for your joy. Please keep us updated.
A very long shower is better than the anticipation
DeleteWow! What an ordeal you've been through!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you got to enjoy a good scrubbing and fresh feeling!
Get well soon!
Fit as a fiddle for riding season? Hell, baseball season is what counts! :^)
ReplyDeleteMay you mend quickly.
A hot shower can change the way the world looks. Hope your outlook continues to improve!
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