Despite my night terrors and overpowering body odor, the official’s here saw fit to assign me a roommate. While I don’t know who was born first, we definitely make up the oldest members of the program. Recognizing this the maintenance crews here have installed bars next to our beds incase our hips are too bad to get up in the morning, and my desk has a hook to hang my colostomy bag from. (My fear of one day getting a colostomy bag and having some jackass friend squeeze all the fluid back into my body was alleviated a few months back when a nursing student explained that the nozzle attached to the bag itself is designed to be in intake only. Now the only thing holding me back is the hesitation of trying to find the urethra department of the medical supply store).
As my roommate has friends and a more prolific blog than myself, I thought it might be useful to link to his sight. I think I use more fart jokes that he does on average, he’s got me on actual useful information. Check it out.
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