I have one other bathroom story for you.

I had to do many Physical Therapy visits, at my local place, Apex, in Bridgewater, three a week at the beginning.  I had a hard time doing my exercises and the staff held my hand as I sallied forth trying to become mobile and loosen my stiff knees out again after surgeries. I had a very special “Rose” aversion to doing the exercises, even as I felt better after doing them. Then the night might be worse due to my efforts. I had mixed feeling about it all. 

I wept into their sympathies, literally. Jessica was inclined to give me my request for hot water in a coffee cup. It felt good. Toward the end of the session, as I worked the recumbent bike, I had finished up two cups of hot water. 

All that warm water had a certain effect and I hastened to the bathroom with my waker in the hopes of getting there on time. I daren’t stop to lock the door, as there was not enough time for all that turning with the walker to lock it behind me.

So I sat down on the pot and all went well until I was cleaning up having “enjoyed the go.” It was as that moment that the door was opened. 

The receptionist, on a mission to clean the bathroom, must have got a shock to find me sitting there, glancing behind me as I did the paperwork, and she screamed/shoute, as she crashed the door shut again, both her arms up in the air to block the view. And if that was not enough, she then opened the door a second time to make sure she did not imagine it and screamed some more. Becca, one of my therapists, came running over and pulled her back out and closed the door quietly.

When I came out of the bathroom, the receptionist was gone and Becca wanted to know if I was ok. I said I felt great. 

The next time I visited, I went over to the receptionist and we went over the whole business and we screamed with laughter, as we both gave our versions of what we thought happened. I was a bit more careful of drinking two glasses of the hot water after that and locking bathroom doors came easier to me as I was able to detach from the walker.

There was no way to anticipate all the different things that happened as a result of my knees and the waker combination. . I could not afford to be too embarrassed as I had to go on regardless. I have much more sympathy for walker walkers now.

The laughter sure helped everything along and I hope to find more laughter where ever it may be found, whether in bad jokes, good jokes, mistakes, lapses, dream recall. I have such a dream to recall next. When I woke up , I totally forgot my knee problem and laughed and laughed. Until I write that story I send you much love and laughter.

All the best from Rose.