The Last Macho Man in Hollywood Scene 2

He was a man’s man, nicknamed “the Last Macho Man in Hollywood.” But for the past couple of days, he’d had to rely on his nurse Leah and his 22-year-old son Blake for everything. With his arms in casts, he couldn’t even feed himself, but the most embarrassing part was that he couldn’t get to or use the bathroom without assistance. At 6’3″, Steve was a large, heavy man, so a lifting system had been installed over his bed to help them. It consisted of pulleys, soft cuffs, and straps that could be fitted onto him at different points, adjusted, and repositioned. Whenever he had to use the bathroom, Leah or Blake would attach the straps and use the pulley to get him out of bed and into his wheelchair, where another lift would help them get him onto the toilet. Then, they had to pull his pants down for him and sit him on the toilet. He hated having to piss sitting down like a woman! Shitting was even worse because they had to wipe his ass like he was a little kid. The whole operation was a time-consuming affair that took planning, so he always had to let them know well in advance when he had to go. Of course, they also kept a bed pan around in case he was hit with a sudden urge to go, but he hadn’t had to use it so far. He woke up with a familiar pressure in his abdomen: a full bladder after a full night’s sleep.