Knackered Has Shower Trauma with Benzos

   Hey there, Knackered here.  Today, we meet our hero as he staggers through the back door and collapses into a kitchen chair.  It has become his typical mode of entry.  

   The Benzo demons have nearly paralyzed his legs and he wants them back.  Daily walks with his support poles are helping.   Immobility is not his friend.

   Poking a sweaty finger into the oximeter, he anxiously awaits the digital read out.  A smile of contentment invades his head space as he acknowledges that he is indeed alive.  

   Having ascertained that vital conclusion, Knackered realizes that while alive, he is hardly appropriate.  Off to the shower he must go.

   Stripping off and opening the sliding door, he quickly steps under the warming stream. Shampooing and scrubbing the vital parts he basks in the comfort of the present moment.  Suddenly reminiscent he allows his mind to slowly wander.  After a time, his gaze loses focus as the past once again returns to the present.

   Knackered is all things environmental and quickly turns the water off.  Having done so, he soon comes to the conclusion that there is something quite amiss about his knees. Skin is is tightening in  an uncomfortable manner.  Sighing, he gazes downward and fears the worst.  What further means of torture have the Benzos wrought ?!!

    He spots the culprit of his distress.  Curses!  Somehow he has showered with his elastic knee braces still in place.  Shower water has apparently drawn them up to the point of constriction.  Like snakes attached, he fears the worst. They must be removed at all costs.

   Stepping stiff legged out of the shower, he sits on the toilet lid, still attired in his birthday suit. Frantic pulling only results in more frustration. Like the tentacles of of an octopus, they refuse to let go. 

   Suddenly he becomes Nattosumo, Benzo wrestler extraordinaire.  Attired as one, minus the diaper thingie, he is faced with defending his family honor.  

   With moves yet to be revealed to the public, he encompasses both grace and strength.  Suddenly he throws himself into a reverse triple turnabout.  Ripping the beasts inside out he succeeds in tearing their snake - like bodies from his legs and casting them aside.  He stands and raises his arms in victory.  The crowd is on their feet.  Cheering loudly, they chant his name in unison. 

   Reality slowly returns to his naked form sitting on the toilet seat.  Sated at last, he discovers himself in need of another rinse off. Laying the soaked items of peril out to dry, he steps back in the shower.  

   Toweled down, he quickly dresses, only to discover that the ordeal has left him famished.  Turning his back on the bathroom, he goes to see what’s for dinner.