Re: Dog
After reading some of the events of foley bags that have happened to
other TM'ers, one event came to mind.
I was in the hospital. Once "Hitler" the PT got me being able to stand
and take one step with Canadian crutches, I would have PT in the morning
with "Hitler" and I would also have PT with a couple of nurse's aides in
the evening.
One would walk behind me with a wheeled desk chair without arms. It was
easier to get up with the crutches because there were no wheels in the
way. The other aide would walk in front carrying the foley bag.
One of the aides at the hospital was about 6', 250#, and could have been
a linebacker for the "Cardiac" Cardinals.
One night she was carrying the foley bag. She was not far in front of
me. I took a couple of steps and stopped. She was watching me, but she
kept going. I started to get very tensed up because the tubing between
the catheter and the bag was starting to tighten. It was very close to
being a taut line when she said, "Here doggie, doggie, doggie!!!"
It was a good thing the chair was right behind me because I started
laughing so hard, I had to sit down.
John the "Irish" Setter
P.S. I am part Irish. My family crest is four roses. However, Four Roses
is the most rot gut whiskey I ever tasted!
I am also part S.O.B.(Sweet Old Bastard)