Saturday evening is here at last. I almost feel alive again after several months of feeling like nothing more than a pile of shit that was shoveled in and out of the hospital. I certainly hope I’m turning a corner away from that awful feeling and starting a full recovery. I deserve it.
If there’s any justice in this world, my strength will come running back and I’ll begin to get back to my feet quickly. I want to complete my recovery from surgery and recuperate fully so I can shower and shave finally without fearing that I’m about to fall over. I haven’t had a full shower since last month and until. I recover my balance and my surgical wounds heal, I don’t know when I’ll get another shower.
Not being able to shower is unnerving, to say the least. While I’m far from filthy I feel awful and desperate for soap, hot water, and a nice close shave. Sponge baths just lose any real affect after a short time, and the motivation to continue them fades rapidly.
It is possible that tomorrow evening I will try a full shower again. The bandages covering my scars should be safe to remove tomorrow, but Hal will make sure of that before we proceed. If necessary, he will get some new waterproof bandages to seal off the affected areas and protect them from harm.
I went to bed early (around 2130) and slept for more than three hours without interruption. I woke up a bit confused, but quickly recovered my bearings and realized when and where I was. It’s a heck of a way to close out my Saturday, but the main thing is that I’m feeling better.