Shortly after Christopher Reeve’s 1995 horse-riding accident, Robin Williams — his very best friend in life — visited him in the hospital. Wearing surgical scrubs and speaking in a thick, comedic Russian accent, Williams barged into the room pretending to be a proctologist, stating that he was there “to perform an immediate rectal exam.” Reeve could only burst into laughter. He later admitted that it was the first time since his accident that he had been able to laugh again, and that Robin had saved his life by showing that he could still find joy. (When Christopher later died in 2004, Williams referred to Christopher as “his brother,” and stated that part of his heart was gone đ) And I know this isn’t a proof at all that Christopher Reeve was a nice guy in real life, although many a person would NOT have laughed in his situation. On the other hand, I couldn’t find any dirt on Reeve — which is rather exceptional if you think about it. So to answer your question once and for all:...
This patient isn’t prepared to take off her underwear because she is obviously hiding something that she finds truly embarrassing.
She admits that she has been planning this visit for years — and this is really true — but that she had to take care of her husband who suffers from Alzheimer’s disease instead (and that is really true as well). But even the patient knows that this one is beyond special.
And so the urologist urges her to remove her underwear. Because this time it’s all about her, and she should open up about her problem down there — finally.
But the problem beats all odds: a fully prolapsed womb that has been hanging outside for five years, entirely blackened, odorless and dead. How it must have affected the old patient’s life is almost unthinkable — but she managed all the same. Somehow she was able to ignore it when she had to pee or to do No. 2, somehow she could forget about it when she had to sleep, somehow she was able to keep the company of her children while the dead thing was sitting in between her legs.
And it lasted for 5 horrible years while she took care of her dissociating husband who was slowly disappearing in between the crevasses of his condition, until she realized that the problem down there needed to be addressed whatever it takes (even undressing).
Because that was then for way too long —
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