Showering with a Broken Leg Is an Extreme Sport

Once upon a time… guess what? I’m back. 😎

No one ever tells you how hard it is to take a shower with a broken leg and alone. But IMHO, that’s the fun part!

Ah, and I forgot to mention one more important tool for me — the trash picker. As a “broken-leg woman,” it’s essential because:

  • You never know what trash is on your way that you need to pick up safely.
  • Sometimes things fall, and picking them up is unsafe or impossible.
  • And the best use? IMHO, it doubles as a defense weapon against ghosts, crazy people, and bad vibes — because you never know when they’re close. 😂

So, I keep it next to my shower bench. And it finally helped me reach the top of the shower curtain, which was too far to reach otherwise. By this time, after so much hustle, I was already tired and almost ready to give up. 😂

Sitting on the bench and stepping into the tub is the most dangerous procedure I’ve done since I was once pushed to walk and threatened on a bridge by a gang member — but that’s another story, full of corruption.

I thought to myself: If I lived through that, I can live through this. Transferring my self, pivoting onto my feet, from wheelchair to the bench onto the tub — and I did it! 💪


Tips for Balance and Safety

  1. Always stay balanced while sitting.
  2. If your wounds aren’t fully healed, ask your doctor and if he is ok, cover the leg with a special waterproof cover protector . It’s uncomfortable, but it works.
  3. Never, ever shower alone if your setup is plastic or slippery — emergency slip risk is real.
  4. Keep your hands, feet, and floor dry at all times when you transfer. No mats that could slide (see my previous story).
  5. Pivot slowly to the safe spot — like your wheelchair — don’t jump.

Shower as Therapy

Turning on the shower was my “AHA!” moment. Take a deep breath, do it, and IMHO, you can shower almost as usual with proper precautions:

  • Keep your leg slightly bent under the bench or lateral so the water never hits wounds directly.
  • Rinse thoroughly, including “hard-to-reach” parts.
  • Use long-handled scrubbing tools (see the previous story).
  • Even with warm water, your ankle will loosen up — perfect for gentle ROM exercises (if approved by your doctor).
  • DO NOT stand alone — I only did it because I had Siri ready to call 911 and “spying eyes” from my house.

Humor & Life Lessons

Wash your “camel” properly — yes, IMHO, it’s more than a kitty, it’s a big, fluffy camel. Rinse carefully so soap doesn’t hit the floor. Dry thoroughly while still seated. Dry your hands and feet first, then carefully put on boot while still stable on the bench.

Your life may be messy. People may be crazy. But only you control how beautiful your life can be.

  • Drink water.
  • Take a snack.
  • Breathe.
  • Rest.

Shower is therapy. Cleaning is therapy. Fun is therapy. Proof that you’re alive, no matter what or who tried to put you down.


Takeaway with you

It’s all about resilience. You must thrive and survive, and yes, you can do it.

By the way, what moisturizing body cream do you use? 😉
Next story: I’ll tell you about my creams, perfumes, and how I survived the most horrifying place imaginable — surrounded by twisted, crazy people.


Standing Up for Respect

Luana had recently started working in a hospital. Eager to make a difference in the lives of the residents, she approached her new role with enthusiasm and compassion. Most of her colleagues were professionally, like herself, and she hoped to quickly become part of the team.

However, Luana soon noticed a troubling trend among some of collegues including nurses that were affecting both the patients and her own sense of professional integrity.

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It started subtly, with little jokes and mispronunciations. Nurse Janet, who was known for her sharp tongue and sardonic humor, began twisting the names of the patients but used these twisted names to indirectly mock Luana.

One particularly busy morning, Luana was helping Miss Angel when Nurse Janet walked in. “Hi Miss Anger, how are we today?” she said in a sing-song voice. Miss Angel looked confused and slightly hurt, but before she could respond, Janet had moved on. Luana felt a knot tighten in her stomach. She couldn’t stand by and let this continue.

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The situation escalated when the second nurse came close to Luana with the same welcoming words, adressed this time to another patient.

“Hello, You Kill Us,” she would taunt as she passed Mr. Youki, a retired schoolteacher who was known for his patience and kindness.

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After her shift, Luana decided to speak to Janet privately. She found her in the staff lounge, scrolling through her phone. “Janet, can we talk for a moment?” Luana asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

“Sure, what’s up?” Janet replied without looking up.

“It’s about the way you’ve been twisting the names of our patients when talking to me. Like calling Miss Angel ‘Miss Anger’ and Mr. Youki ‘Mr. You Kill Us.’ It’s really disrespectful and it’s hurting their feelings, and mine too” Luana said, her heart pounding.

Janet looked up, her expression unreadable. “Oh, come on, Luana. It’s just a joke. Lighten up.”

Luana took a deep breath. “It’s not just a joke, Janet. These are real people, and they deserve our respect. As i deserve it too. Twisting their names like that, when you’re talking to me, is unprofessional and hurtful. We need to set a better example.”

Janet rolled her eyes. “Whatever, Luana. You’re too sensitive.”

Feeling disheartened but knowing that she can trust no one there and afraid that then the clique will create her more problems and she will lose her job and her single income with it, Luana decided to step back, be quiet and live her misery alone.

Mockery or disrespect, even indirect, could not be stopped.

Luana decided to endure the bullies, them mockery, disrespect and place toxicity but to have the paycheck to pay her rent!

But YOU, if you have someone to support you and you are not alone in a hostile place, like Luana, don’t do it!

You deserve a better life than Luana has!

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