A Bath

I hate showers. I have nothing against taking a shower. Once I’m in and the water’s running, everything’s great. Everything else, the logistics needed to get me to this moment, terrifies me. There are so many possible accidents just waiting to happen. When a look at a bathroom, I see a slippery floor. I pay attention to any unsupervised soap. Baths are especially nasty, as I usually can’t get in without help, or I need help getting out.

Last Friday, for the first time ever, I checked a bathroom and saw an opportunity. I saw a tub and a handle in the right height. I took no chances, and tried getting in and out when it was dry. Then I filled it, grabbed the handle and very carefully sat down. Then, a bit confused, very tired and somewhat surprised, I took a bath.