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Recouperative Power of Bathing

I've been disgruntled, as of late, but I cannot tell you the hope I get from getting a bath or a shower.

The simple act of washing my hair, a minty refreshing lather gently scrubbing my stress and worries away. Delicious! And using an ephemeral fragrance transports me to a different place and time despite having to submit to the vulnerability of allowing caregivers clean me. When I get my favorite caregiver, my shower is perfection: feet soaking in a basin of hot water; scalp scrubbed and tingling; warm water sprinkling like rain keeping me comfortable and free from body-wracking shivers; My paralyzed body practically draped over the shower chair; soft towels wicking the moisture from my body maintaining body heat.

Baths are even better as the moist heat radiates into my muscles and joints. The bouyancy is Heavenly.
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