One slip and it's over...

To no surprise I had a sore restless night. I wanted to do something for myself today.

 My hubby has been assisting me in the last week or so with my bathing missions. They are exactly that- missions. All fantasy and frolic aside, it tends to be an arduous task with plenty of accelerated tempers and lots and lots of splashing. Prior to any water activity the cast must be wrapped and sealed in a bag.  It doesn’t help that we have a full (and deep) soaker tub in our master ensuite with one of those shower heads attached to a hose which is too high for me to reach. Imagine climbing Mount Everest with a cast on and no underpants. Being the Queen of impulse and independence I decide this morning that I want to bathe by myself.

I brainstormed with all good intent the supplies required and set the stage. Roll a towel on the ledge of the tub; this will be used to rest my casted leg onto. Prep all my bathing accoutrements; bubbles, salts, scrubs etc. I sit on the ledge and swing my good leg into the tub, I gently lower myself down, while my casted leg is propped on the ledge. I’m in. With my good foot I turn the tap on and set the temperature, I literally have one shot at this. It’s a bit lukewarm but tolerable .With my toe I gently inch the tap’s water temperature a little bit higher. Got it.

I didn’t take into accountant how slippery the tub would become once I started adding all the bath water additives. With some careful navigating and patience I was able to stabilize my body from slithering around. Hubby came in to check on the situation- make sure I wasn’t drowning. He really wanted to film this mocumentary. I cannot comment on the dialogue that transpired back and forth at this time. Moving on...

I soaked and soaked some more. This is one of my favorite past times and I didn’t want to give it up just yet. It took such a tremendous effort to get to this point, I wanted to savour every second. However all good things must come to an end. I pull the drain in the tub and wait for all the water to drain out. There was no point in attempting an exit while there was water in the tub. Futile.

 I calculated the trajectory of hoisting myself up on to the ledge in one swoop with my arms. {I must mention that I refrained from taking my Oxycodone this morning in order to perform these tasks}. Prior to this I dry my hands thoroughly and the area where I will be placing my hands. One wrong move in this plan could prove to be very costly. Imagine a male gymnast performing on a pommel horse-same idea. The arms are doing all the work. One, two, three.. Success--this time. I mentally give myself a small pat on the back. I celebrate my success by applying some mascara to my eyelashes!

 I feel good, small and insignificant but good.