Understand me please

Hello!


Hope all is well with you!


So what what am I gonna tell you today?


I got my bath already and the person that came and gave it to me let me know that my usual bath guy that used to come every Tuesday and Wednesday will not be doing his rounds anymore, at least during the summer. It appears that he screwed up his back real bad, apparently a dislocated disc in his spinal cord. So she will be doing a couple of more weeks and then somebody else will be assigned to me or I'll be getting replacements every week.


I'd don't mind different people, I don't mind the one that gives me my bath right now, except that...


- "Go on! Tell us about it Chuck, is there something wrong with the current person?"


No-no, I promised I wasn't going to bitch... Sorry complain anymore about the services I get. But, but, I just wish she would talk to other people that give me my bath, you know...know the ins and outs of Chuck. What I like, what I don't like, the "extra" things they do for me and that they are happy to oblige.


- "What type of sick person are you?!? What do they do?"

Nothing major really, it's just that... I like them to... Well okay I liken my socks to be pulled all the way up!! There I said it, although disable I like to wear my socks like every other man, way up high! I don't like my socks to be fitted like if I was a teeny bop ready to dance some song on the floor. I like my socks to be put on and to be extended all the way to the top, as far as they reach. Like a man wears them! This girl always brings the socks up and then scroll them down so that they look like if I was a 1950s girl and all I'm missing is the bell bottoms skirt and a guy to take me out on the floor... That's all people, that's all...

Take care people!