Life, but not as I knew itBMJ 2007; 334 doi: https://doi.org/10.1136/bmj.39168.587384.59 (Published 17 May 2007) Cite this as: BMJ 2007;334:1058
- Jed Rowe, consultant geriatrician, Moseley Hall Hospital
The day was mine. Not going to work meant I could miss the battle of the bathrooms. With time I can manage without help, I told my wife. So with a quiet house I laid out my clothes and meandered down to the shower.
Firstly, the shampoo. The only bottle I can squeeze had disappeared, probably into my son's overnight bag. I took my wife's expensive stuff into the living room, lay on the couch, bit the bottle, and managed to get some of the gloop on to my head, the sofa, and under my arms. A sticky stride to the shower ensued and a good elbow turned on a scalding stream. The …