disgusted when they come. Most of it is up to you and
your doctor and therapist. I'm just telling you what
I've seen over the years. what I know."
"Why do you want to do this kind of work? It
seems so hard," I said as she helped me get out of the
chair and into the tub.
"Pay's good." she said. "Besides," she continued
as I began to enjoy the soak. "I had early experience at it. My father was crippled early with arthritis and in a
wheelchair and my mother was..."
"What?" I asked when she hesitated.
She looked down at me.
"No damn good," she said and left me to bathe. She took so long to return. I wondered if she
expected I would get myself out and dried and in the
chair. I've got to get to where I can anyway, I thought
and started to do just that.
"Just hold on there. Miss Impatience," she said
charging back into the bathroom. "You're not ready
for that yet and if you go and fall and break something
else, guess who's going to be blamed?"
She was efficient about ge
tting me out, dry and
dressed. She opened the closet and asked me what I
wanted to wear.
"Don't forget," she reminded me. "the physical
therapist will be here this morning."
I chose a sweat suit outfit. After I put it on, she
stepped back and looked at me.
"You going to just leave your hair a mess after
we worked so hard getting you clean and smelling
good? Run a brush through it at least," she told me.