Over the past several weeks, I've spent more than my share of time in a hospital bed. As anyone with similar experience can tell you, time can drag. And for me, time went on and on. I had my laptop computer, a bunch of DVDs to watch, stories to read, even Old Time Radio programs to listen to. (I'm especially fond of The Shadow, X, Minus One, and Lights Out!) Still, there was more time to be filled. I started looking through my hard drive and flash drives for interesting things. I found a bunch of pix that had been collected over the years for various projects. OK, desperate times call for desperate actions. I took some of those photos and started to work. As of now, I have several hundred photos that have been captioned. Such was my boredom.
I don't know if forum members are interested in such efforts, but maybe one or two people out there will here find some titillation.
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I was telling my cyber fuck-buddy Riley that while I was in the hospital, I tried to seduce one of the hospital aides. The guy resisted, though, afraid of getting caught and being fired. Alone and horny, I used what I could to get off. In this particular instance, it was a plastic spoon left over from supper. Not the best toy I'd ever used, but it got the job done. Of course, I didn't think that I was hooked up to a heart monitor and it would respond to my excited state. A nurse stuck her head in the room (it was about 2:00a.m.) to see why my pulse was elevated, saw what I was doing, smiled, and left. I didn't even care enough to be embarrassed. I'm sure every nurse on earth has seen such sights before. I just wish she had offered to help. A little TLC would have been appreciated.



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