Good morning Karen, good morning all. Have as cheerful Monday as you can.
If you want a laugh imagine this. It really happened. I got stuck in the bath on Saturday night. It’s a high sided bath with curved ends, a design indulgence when we redid the bathroom about fifteen years ago. It has a slippery base, and a tap in the middle of one side. Even when my left knee was getting bad I had a method for exiting it. But. On Saturday night I realised my left knee has deteriorated and the usual moves were impossible.
I’ve been told not to kneel on the new knee.
A bath’s a treat. I usually shower.
A bath’s a time to lie back and lazily indulge in hot water luxury.
On Saturday I tried everything to get out and eventually called for husband to help. Husband has screws holding the tendons in place on his left arm. You get the picture. I thought I’d be there til the paramedics arrived with a crane. Has
@LooperCat ever been called to an older woman who’s laughing hysterically in the bath while her watlaa shouts to her that it’s time to do something about her blood sugars too? I thought I’d need to ask husband to bring in a quilt and a pillow so I’d be comfortable during the night.
Eventually we found a roll of bath mat designed for those who can’t cope with slippery baths and I got out.
I’ll be selling the film rights.