Yesterday, between the pain pills and benadryl I took, I was quite loopy... more than usual.  Until I can get my leg/incision wet, I have to use my parent's shower because Dad has a shower bench and a hand-held-shower-head.   Wednesday, the shower went very smooth but yesterday was another story. 

Call me Karen... Karen, the Dork.  I turned on the water with the water coming through the bathtub spout to warm it up.  I had everything off except my boot, which comes off last. I got the shower-head down and placed it in the tub.  OK, I thought I was ready to go but alas... not.  As soon as I pulled the knob for the water to come through the shower-head, I got a face full of water, water ran down my leg, getting my boot wet, and then the water sprayed all over the bathroom. 

I found myself taking my fist and wrapping on my forehead, *knock, knock* and asking myself if anyone was home.  I giggled and called myself a dork.  Yep, I'm a dork. I got through the rest of the shower without further issues but I could not reach the water on the ceiling and walls due to my lovely boot. 

As I stepped gingerly out of the bathroom in search for Mom to tell her the bad news, despite me still giggling.  As I broke the news, I was braced to hear her call me by my full name and ask me what I was thinking.  Clearly, she knows what a dork I am and replied, "It's OK, it's just water."  True enough but I asked her to repeat it because I thought I was hallucinating her answer.  She said it was really OK since it was her cleaning day and it gave her an excuse to clean the ceiling and walls.  All righty then! 

We'll see how today goes but I will be careful and follow the proper order of turning the shower on.  I will be able to use my shower tomorrow, which does not have a hand-held shower-head and that's probably a good thing.  But you know, I'm liking the hand-held; it's right up there with Hula's toilet for the cheap thrills. I'm thinking one is going on my wishlist *snicker*

I'm no longer itching and scratching as much and stopped taking the Benadryl, so perhaps I won't be much of a dork today.  It's not all bad, being a dork, it's a constant source of entertainment for me.  ;-)

Have a great weekend!! 

Update: the Dork lives.  I had another fun experience in the shower this morning despite turning on the hand-held in the correct order.  The shower head is slippery in soapy hands and tends to spray what it wants to... namely the shower curtain and my leg, which is supposed to be kept dry.  The shower-head had a mind of its own.  Once I got done rinsing myself off, I dried my leg and stood up.  There was a big puddle of water all around the tub on the tile.  Oops. 

Mom drove me to the doc to have my dressings changed and my incision looked at.  As soon as the doc said I could now shower normally and get the incsion wet, I commented on how happy that would make Mom since I've made some water messes in her shower.  Then she said, "Your dad will be happy too since you got his toilet seat wet this morning."  We all busted out laughing.  Mom didn't tell me about the toilet but we both thought it was sweet revenge because of all the times Dad got our toilet seats wet... but at least it was water that I left on the seat!  ;-)