I have a friend. Not that hard to believe, even serial killers have friends. Up until the time the kill them, but nonetheless.
I have a friend. Let’s call him “Al”, not that that is part of his real name. Let us think of it as a tribute to a Paul Simon song with a lyric about his friend “Al”.
Al is having surgery on his shoulder on Monday. Al isn’t a very emotive kind of guy. He keeps his thoughts to himself, for the most part. Not to say that he isn’t a talker, or a friendly person. Remember that I stated that he was a friend of mine. But he does like to keep things close to the vest. He has issues that we might have the time to deal with, but I am not holding my breath.
Back to the surgery. It is his right shoulder that he is having operated on. We were discussing it briefly on Saturday, and it came up that he is concerned about what is going to happen when he has to.. well…poop. You see, he is a right handed wiper. Now, please understand that I am a sensitive kind of guy, who sees his friend in a predicament. But this struck me as hilarious.
Especially since he told me that he has been practicing wiping his ass with his left hand. This took me over the top, and I just could not stop laughing.
Reminded me of a woman that I worked with who, against the advice of her Dr., had both of her wrists operated on for carpal tunnel syndrome. Yeah. Unable to use her hands for the first week. Her husband was not too happy about that week.
So. Thought that I would share those nuggets, no pun intended, with you this morning. It is hellaciously cold here in Pennsylvania. I have to work while the rest of you are watching the football playoffs, and eating chips and dip. Don’t forget to go here to find out how much more weight I have lost.