He has been up twice today sitting in a chair. His nurse, Esmarilda, went into great detail telling him (and me) why he is not to have unlimited fluids and some things he could do instead. She finished and he said “May I have a cup of water?”
Sex – the last thing to go, at least thinking about it is the last thing to go. He can’t remember twit but several times a day he brings up the subject. Nothing raunchy; he is still a gentleman. Mainly, things like he invites me to the bedroom. I decline and we both wipe imaginary sweat off our foreheads and are relieved. As I have said before men’s brains are in their crotch. My cousin calls this oral sex – when all you do is talk about it.
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