Yesterday, after grumbling through four weeks of limping on crutches, The Bull finally got to VA Pensacola to have both the stitches and the steel pin removed from my right foot. Several of the stitches had skin grown over them and had to be dug out, but I didn’t mind. The pin had become bent some 3 inches inside my foot and didn’t want to turn loose and come out until yanked with both hands and pliers. I complained not.
Why? Because after four weeks of sponge baths I was finally going to get in the shower, stay until the water ran cold, and then shave my skull back down to its usual slick appearance. Ah! The simply joys are the best.
‘Twas not to be, though! The surgeon, a really great guy, (makes you wonder why he’s at the VA), sprung on me that I had to avoid getting a good scrubbing for three more days in order for the puncture wound to heal on the end of my big toe.
Flipped me completely out! I don’t know about you, but sponge baths just don’t make the grade. I need a good scrubbing in order to feel clean. So I made a deal with the Doc. I’d not jump straight into the shower, but I’d not wait longer than 1000 on Thanksgiving morning.
I’m counting the hours!
Bull, out!
Stepping out on a politically incorrect limb
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HAVE A GOD BLESSED
THANKSGIVING.
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Happy Thanksgiving and welcome to the roll…
I like the new theme by the way. Cool stuff.