orange and yellow mito mess

[Guest guest]

If you feel the need for a little comic relief, keep reading. I had gotten

up a little earlier this morning because I have a doc appointment, had not

gotten my hair washed yesterday as planned so had to do that before a friend

picked me up at 10:45. I was dressed and in the bathroom, cleaning--for the

third time---a stubborn spot on one contact that kept fogging over, when I

accidentally knocked over my no-spill container full of orange potassium

drink that I had been sipping. It splashed all over the bathroom wall, down

the front of the cabinet and was running across the floor in the direction

of the hall carpet before I could even grab a bunch of kleenix to stanch the

flow. This is that nasty rx potassium drink that contains yellow and red

food dyes, I guess to create the illusion that it tastes like Koolaid, so it

stains terribly, and over the years I have spilled it on just about

everything in the house. I was bending over, frantically mopping up the

stuff with wads of kleenix when I suddenly felt a flow of something wet down

my leg. Yes, I have the fake wet sensations too, but this time it was a

little too real to be fake. I dropped the wet orange wads of kleenix,

frantically unhooked my new corduroy overalls--saved for a doctor's

visit--and sure enough, the catheter plug on my j-tube had popped and yellow

bile was spilling down my tummy and the leg of my brand-new overalls. I

grabbed more wads of kleenix to staunch THAT flow, got the catheter plug

back in unrinsed, left the tube unflushed full of yellow bile, changed

underwear and salvaged the overalls with more wads of kleenix. At that point

I unwisely decided to go ahead and get my hair washed because the plumber

has a habit of showing up early and he had to come back today to replace the

defective tub spout he just discovered yesterday--about the 30th defective

item in a long, painful renovation of The Other Bathroom. Well, I had the

towel wrapped around my wet hair and was flinging it back out of my face

when the tail of the towel caught the shower rod. This shower " rod " is

really a branch from our backyard pear tree, and the whole branch with its

leaf-strewn shower curtain came crashing down around my feet. I stood there

with my hair dripping, my feet buried in fallen leaves and decided the only

thing to do was laugh, which I did for quite a while. Yes, I know it's

October but I had not expected those particular leaves to fall at that

particular point in time. They are still in a pile on top of the branch and

will stay that way until hubby comes home. Meanwhile, I must go clean the

bile out of my tube and get hooked up for my daytime feed. Just another

ho-hum day in Kansas.

Barbara