I was writing something else just now, when I had to get up and go to the bathroom. I did, although I did not want to. Mom's prayer group is out in the family room and the bathroom I use is just off there. It is not particularly private.
It's not as if I had a choice, though, so I went out there and went in. I was mostly worried about my crazy grunting.
Oh, I needn't have worried about that.
I am realizing that in the new house, I want the toilet next to a wall on the left side. I am not as good getting on to the toilet when the wall is on my right, like it is here.
Tonight I went down with a thud and a crack. When I got up, I saw I had cracked the toilet seat with my butt.
I did not grunt or anything; the only weird noises (other than the loud crack) was me laughing as I thought about explaining it.
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