It never fails.
Just when you think it can’t get worse….
Not only do I now have a complete visual of hairy lady’s arms, but she was compelled to showcase her legs and bikini line to me in broad day light.
For those just tuning in, there are certain patients that I will detail in this blog of mine that will either become an all time favorite or make you glad you aren’t me. Be glad you are you, that’s all I can say about this one.
As much as I wanted to take digital photos of the stacks of unopened cleaning ‘doo-hickeys’ and various bottles of God knows what, I am bound by law not to. At one point during my visit to Depends-ville, a seven foot tall leaning tower of what seemed to be magazines and empty enema boxes fell on me. Since there was nowhere to fall for me, I stood my ground and prayed for deliverance.
Mr. Depends hummed while watching the mound devour my person. Today he chose to wear pants under the protective garment and only mildly soiled it upon exercising with me.
Hairy lady shooed the half shaved cockapoo or shitzalot creature from humping my leg and began to reassemble the now demolished tower. It was at that moment she decided to drop her trousers and reveal to me, her husband, her mother, and sister in law her Bigfootish legs and bikini line.
Remember the line in “Dodgeball” - I think I just threw up in my mouth a little - um, yea, that’s me.
After delousing and bathing with scalding water and lye, off to the TeeBall All Star game we went. Casper played extraordinarily, of course, and I only had to threaten the umpire with bodily harm once…okay, twice, but it was a bad call, just ask the people in front of me.

Now, for Tish business: I won’t be blogging until Monday. My favorite uncle is in ICU and is in critical condition. I appreciate any and all prayers sent his way as he is a fantastic man.

Have a great weekend. Love your families and friends.