Bip, you can follow me ANYWHERE I go... if you dare!

You don't really expect me to tell you how long it's been since I had a shower, do you???

Really, though... taking a shower for me is a major undertaking; having to switch from my wheelchair to the patio chair and then that other person (he keeps "forgetting" to take me to the drug store to get me a proper shower chair) that shares the shower with me never leaves MY things where I can reach them. So... it's a major process getting everything in order. Depression has a lot to do with "caring," too.