Saturday, November 21, 2009

Termites




I woke up at 6:30 a.m. today with morning wood. Fine, not a problem, it's good to know it's still functioning. The issue is that I wanted to go back to sleep, and it served as a distraction. For some reason, the position of my hand reminded me of my time in a nursing home this summer. I was there for physical rehabilitation, and ever day as I used my walker (and subsequently cane) to hobble to the activity room, I passed this unfortunate boy's room. He was about 21, and got in a terrible car accident when he was 17. He was rendered quadriplegic and has been in that room ever since. During the day, they prop him up in a special vertical apparatus. He sustained massive brain damage, so I don't think he really understood much. He was really attractive, and his family and friends had decorated his room with pictures of cars and nasty hoes from Maxim. Thinking about that was an instant boner assassin. Problem solved.