Shower Date

I’ve never enjoyed long soaking tub baths. I’ve come to shower several times a week, with sponge baths in between. If I think about it not too hard, I could say it’s genetic because my father seldom did more than “wash up” with the door closed, so I never really knew what that meant to his dying day.

But when faced with the limitation of only taking sponge baths for the past week, I had begun to long for the warm water running down my body.

We thought the only option was to get a shower chair or a tub bench, something that hadn’t happened over the past week. When I visited the surgeon yesterday to find out that I did NOT have a blood clot, he told me I could take showers and suggested my husband and I shower together, something that hadn’t happened for decades.

So today we had a shower date. The water felt so refreshing as it coursed over my body. His presence in the small bathroom was about as close to sexy as I will probably be able to feel for another month.

After the shower, I sat on the bed and he carefully dried my legs. It doesn’t get much better than that, right? We both agreed that it was good my libido had been left in tact when my hip was replaced!