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Lion wanted to go to the casino on Saturday. I went outside to do some yard work and, when I came back in, I wasn’t feeling very well. It wasn’t particularly hot, but I felt almost like I did when I tried to do yard work when I had COVID. I rested for a while. Then I decided, if we were going to the casino, I needed to get the grime of yard work off of me. Besides, I reasoned, a shower might help me feel better. It got the grubbiness off but it didn’t really make me feel better. We decided to put it off until Sunday.
I’m very burned out by casinos. For a few trips, I thought the slot machines would give me a migraine. Yesterday, I figured out it’s the glare on the screen and the over abundance of noise that bothers me. The flashing lights don’t help either. Unfortunately, Lion loves the lights and the noise. Especially the noise. He turns the volume up as high as it can go. Maybe he’s trying to drown out the other beeps and boops of the other machines. [Lion — Modern slot machines are programed with highly interactive effects. If I’m going to lose money, I want to enjoy the show.[
Anyway, pertinent to this blog, I decided either Friday night or Saturday morning that Lion would be wearing a diaper to the casino. It wasn’t vindictive. I wasn’t trying to make him suffer for dragging me to the casino. He wants me to take more control and, as he put it, keep him off balance. As he sat there pushing the buttons, he was reminded that he had a diaper on. There wasn’t anything he could do about it. He was sitting in a diaper.
Now, the bonus for me was that he didn’t need a restroom trip. It’s very difficult for him to navigate, and I know how lost he is when he has to go into a huge bathroom by himself. Will he drop his cane? Will he fall? Will anyone help him? I worry about him. There’s a family bathroom, but it always seems to be closed. The diaper served two purposes.
On the way home, he asked what time it was. It was 9:30, which meant we’d be home around 10:30. He said he guessed it was too late for a Cialis. He wanted to be out for hours and have sex? Now that he’s rediscovered boner pills, he thinks he’s Superman.
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