Well, the boys had to get me some steps so I could get into bed each night. I tell ya it's humbling, but at least now I have someplace to stash my booze, drugs, and catnip (the steps lift up to reveal a bootlegger's paradise.)
It's been tough lately--the guys also have to give me IV fluids twice a week now, but the infusions keep me peppy. They also brush my teeth several times a week and give me special vitamins and food. But still...this past weekend I had my regular bath and what was usually a fun day at the spa got me kind of grumpy. I usually like the warm water and the hot hair dryer, but for some reason it just wasn't the same.
I haven't been like this since the Great War, when I exposed to mustard gas in the trenches. Hopefully things will get better now that Spring is coming and I'm shedding my winter coat. At least I hope that's why I'm shedding--maybe that mustard gas is still in my system...!
