Problem solved

As a male of the species part of our code is a built in reluctance to ask for assistance. I might possibly ask for directions when reaching the edge of the world right before I fell off the edge and notice I said might. The same is true of something as simple as a bandage on the back. Although I had arranged with someone to assist me the stubborn streak still persisted and I continued to search for a method I could use on my own to solve this delima. A search through Mel's drawers and cupboards uncovered a new and previously unknown bandage remover.

A lot of folks would classify this as a spaghetti spoon, but it has now been reclassified as a 'back bandage remover' and has become a permanent part of my medical kit. Necessity is still the mother of invention.


This morning was cleaning day and there is still laundry to be done, but I will postpone the laundry until tomorrow so that I can spread that part of enjoying the good life over two days.