There is a place in my life which causes me much agitation. A place I cannot reach no matter how I twist, turn or force myself. It is the centre of my back, between my shoulder blades. If I have an itch it is there. My itches know where they are safe from my prying hands. Over the years they have tried everywhere on my body and now they have have found a safe place to build a theme park and have a whale of a time at my expense. As I squirm they play !!
I try to fight back, my
annual daily shower is my normal fiasco. I have problems holding things. A bar of soap is a roulette wheel ball bearing which bounces and slides round the bath always ending up on zero, the drain hole, blocking it. I have balance problems as well, so to retrieve the soap is an epic journey of discovery as the bath is filling up with soapy water. I daren’t turn the shower off as the temperature is bound to change from freezing blue to boiling Ralph lobster red and I only have 55 litres of hot water to shower with.
I made mistakes in the past in this apartment. Wet shaving or washing the dishes before I have my shower. Half way through my shower, covered in soap, the water went icy. I mean icy !! I had two choices. Finish off, dancing with the cold in the bath or wander around the apartment for a couple of hours covered in soap waiting for the tank to heat up to a bearable temperature. I went with option one, the freezing finish. I am tall and thin with no body fat, so for me cold is a definite no-no !!
As you have seen in the googled photographs I have a few methods of defeating my itchy back theme park. my ultimate dream is the woman washing my back ….. hmmm!! ….. Volunteers for such an arduous task are welcome. Hugs and scrubs. Ralph xox 🙂