Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Singing Soprano with a Push-up Bra

Years ago, our adult son Andy (wheelchair bound) and I worked out a way for me to assist him in the bathroom, yet let him to retain his privacy and dignity.  Recently he regained strength and the ability to be slightly more independent.  One night he didn't wait for me for full bathroom assistance, but still needed help pulling up his clothes.  This is where things went awry.

Positioned to his side by his back, I pulled up his underwear and pajamas in one strong swift motion.  He immediately began making high pitched noises, released his grip on a grab bar, and began pointing, as best as he could, down.  Looking at the side of his hip, I saw that his pants were not at his waist all the way around, but angled down sharply from the back to the front.  They seemed to be caught on something in the front.  I was puzzled by what was causing the problem... then it hit me.

I slide my thumbs down, beneath the the waistbands on the sides, and pulled straight forward.  Instantly his clothes popped free from the front obstruction and up to his waist.  Chuckling, I asked him, "Was it caught on the jewels or the pickle?"

"Both!" he exclaimed, with a little irritation.

I burst into laughter, as an image of a push-up bra entered my brain... a push-up bra with slightly different contents more appropriate to a male.

When his care giver arrived in the morning, I told him while he and my husband sing alto, we discovered Andy could sing soprano.

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