I have saved the River Murray!
The Obstetrician says that I no longer have to have two salt baths a day. Sitz baths they call them. Probably because you sits in the bath *boom* *boom*.
I've never been a fan of baths, so sitting in hot water for extended periods of time has been a trial. I kept thinking of all my breaking capillaries. And the newspaper kept falling in, mid-read.
But on the plus side, I finally got to use my duck with devil horns, and shaved my legs in the bath like they do in the movies. I suppose this is a more elegant than shaving in the shower. There I resemble a flamingo with Parkinson's disease.
I have lost my hearing though, as the exhaust fan sounds like it is powered by a diesel-run generator. It turned the bathroom into a cone of silence, which made it an excellent hiding spot from a crying CupCake!
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