Will we be alright, right?
Aren't we?,
As I drag the IV pole along with me, or I would risk ripping out the needle imbedded in my wrist.
So I shuddered at the look of the ugly thing, glad I didn't remember getting stuck with it in the first place. The pole was a little awkward, but I managed to get in and take care of business. The first thing I did afterward was brush my teeth.
And I actually moaned at the divine taste of toothpaste and the feel of a clean minty mouth after far too many revolting spells of barfing.
Eww. It's the little things… awful.
Next I tackled my hair, which I have to say looked pretty horrific. Thus, I didn't even want to think about what might be dried in there.
Also I really wanted a shower, but I knew there was no way to navigate it out by myself when I was still hooked up to an IV pole.
