A Commodious Task

On Wednesday evening I had to take Janet’s commode through the hospital lobby to my car. We ordered one from the hospital and they delivered it to her room. I thought it would arrive in a box and I could put it together at home. I figured I’d just nonchalantly throw a blanket over it and take it to the car. Apparently the box didn’t fit in the medical rep’s car, so she put it together before bringing it over. It looks exactly like the commode pictured to the left. There is no way to hide the fact that you are transporting a toilet when sauntering through the lobby with it clutched under one arm (it’s very lightweight). My plan was to tell people that it was a kooky planter that my wife bought at a hospital craft show, but who’s going to buy that? Literally. On a side note: the damned thing wasn't covered by health insurance. Maybe if I had the public option (LOL). Janet is progressing nicely. So nicely, in fact, that she is coming home today. Luckily, she has a commode that is completely assembled and ready to use. It would make an interesting planter, though.