I thought I'd fallen victim to some new, outrageous symptom of ALS.
Amanda was helping me dry off after a shower.
She reached for a large brush on the shelf and said,"Let me brush your back."
I cannot begin to explain the fear that went through my mind. Was my back so hairy that I looked like Bigfoot? Why did she need a large woman's brush? Does my back look like a pelt?
Why didn't the folks at Hopkins warn me about this?
I was a moment away from turning around to check out my allegedly hairy back, when I simply said, "Huh?"
It turns out Amanda said, "Let me brush your hair back."
God, I must be tired!