Blogg # 107 MY CHRISTMAS GIFT TO YOU

It is the 25th of November, one month before Christmas and here is my Christmas gift.:  "Dreams do really come true" and I have proof of it in my own recent experience. My last blogg "The Bath" was all about my experience with having a bath in Rehab where I am residing at this time. I have had several comments about it , the best from a "wise cracking "reader who said it was good but I should be less literal and make the "Bathlady into something more exciting -maybe a Eunuch'. "Right "I said "in my dreams." this Monday-bath day-I was on the bed with my Star war Boot off doing my ankle exercises when I happened to glance up and saw this handsome young man in surgical greens looking at me with an expectant look on his face. "Yes?" I inquired thinking doctor ,nurse, physio or expert Starwar boot technician. "I am here to give you your bath" he said. Flustered I said I was sorry I forgot it was bathMonday-and asked for a nurse to put on my boot. He calmly said not to worry we had lots of time and wheeled me to the Bath. As he was wrapping my leg with the boot in a plastic bag,I asked him if he was part of the "Bathteam" 'Oh no" he replied." Amy the official bathlady is off  ill. I was called in to take her place.  I am temporary and this is my first day here." I was shocked "You mean this is your first day on the job and they threw you into the Bath room? How many baths do you have to do?" He said there were six but the first two refused . One woman said he was young enough to be his son.-Note: no one on this floor is young enough to have a son-grandson more likely -typical-we will lie about our age.After my boot was wrapped, I was transferred to the high thrown-like commode chair in my nuddies again-sucking in my abdominal muscles as I was wheeled into the shower-we will be vain even under the most ludicrous situations. Once there , I could hear the poor man fumbling through the galoshes, mumbling these are all ladies boots ! Finally galoshed , he entered the shower and hesitated. I took charge. "We start at the top, you shampoo my hair then you hand me the soap and cloth and you are in charge of the shower. This worked fine and I was soon clean and cocooned in a warm flannel sheet. Dry, warm and dressed-I dress quickly can "clock in" in a minute and a half easily- I thanked him and he prettily thanked me and said he was glad I was his first. With a straight face I smiled and with much sangfroid and some relief we wheeled back to my room. In bed I again contemplated on my many and varied experiences and then smiled to myself "What do you know, dreams do come true-no need for fantasy and not a eunuch in site!"