Things are getting funny here

When you are stuck in your house for a long time, the simplest things turn funny.  For example, I am not allowed to take a shower until these sponges with the vacuums are out of me.  That could be a couple of weeks.  So poor Heath has to give me a sponge bath every day.  Its absurd--and far harder than when he had to wash my hair in the shower after the first surgery but before the second and third surgeries.

The biggest problem is the shaving of my legs, etc.  I cannot stand to feel hairy.  I shave every day.  That is not so easy under these circumstances, so a whole lot of it has gone undone.  But now it is itchy and making me insane. I had to break down and let Heath do it all for me.

So what does he do?  Tells me to go get organized while he gets ready.  Then he comes in the back door with the hedge trimmers for trimming the landscaping bushes.

He may be doing a lot of work around here but he is definitely finding his entertainment where he can.