Three Steps Down

by Rusty Bascule


Chapter 2

He groaned as he shut off the obnoxious sound of the alarm.

That was a weird dream... Must be the new drugs. Haven't dreamt like that in ages.

Still feeling like his head was full of cotton wool, he slowly moved the walker into place and carefully helped himself out of bed and slowly shuffled to the bathroom. Since the spine injury and subsequent surgery, he had not been sleeping well so the nurse practitioner had tried prescribing him different drugs to see what would help him sleep. The pain from the surgery had faded in the month since the surgery but the phantom pains and sensations from the severed nerves did their best at keeping him from a good night's sleep.

Since the incident, his morning routine had changed dramatically. Where he used to quickly dive into the shower to wake up, then getting quickly dressed before racing out the front door, his new routine was a bit more sedate, starting with a slow shuffle which took minutes before getting to the bathroom. Peeling off the adult diaper before getting into the shower stall was another new part of the routine as he was still had not regained control of his bowel nor bladder. Carefully cleaning himself in the shower, slowly, was another change. He was thankful that his dad had the time to fit a handrail in the shower stall which he could hold on while cleaning himself. Being able to clean himself was a minor victory.

What was I dreaming? It was odd, whatever it was.

He let the warm water from the shower head massage the back of his head. It was one of the few luxuries in his life, these days. By the time he had extracted himself from the shower and dried off, his parents had already left for their workplaces, leaving him alone in the house. Instead of wearing underwear, he wore a new adult diaper; not feeling like getting dressed up, he wore only a T-shirt and sweat pants in addition to the diaper.

It was going to be another slow day and he did not feel like watching TV all day, again. Perhaps a book would be better. His eyes wandered over his collection of books and eventually settled upon something to read.

"To Ride Pegasus" it is, then. I haven't read that book in ages.