The Batlord

Bout to blow your mind...

For about a week, I helped out with my mother's friend's brother who was temporarily disabled -- as in only a few steps up from Stephen Hawking -- after a brutal assault during a mugging. Dude couldn't walk, use the bathroom by himself, and could barely talk. **** was crazy.

I basically stayed with him until his sister came home every day, moved him around in his wheelchair when he needed to go someplace in her apartment, kept him comfortable, made sure he did what little physical therapy he was capable of, lifted him out of his bed first thing in the morning (far more difficult than you can imagine), and just kind of kept him company.

Luckily his mother was there to do all the bathroom stuff, so I didn't have to help him piss and shit into a jar (he was that helpless) or wipe his ass and clean his dick. His mother was from Azerbaijan I believe, and barely spoke any English, so I got to learn a little Russian (which I've since forgotten), but she was hella nice and treated me like a second son.

It was only for a week (maybe two), since that was the time it took for the insurance company to get him a real physical therapist to help him during the day, but I made about fifty bucks a day just to hang around with a straight-up college history professor, who was sadly unable to really have any in-depth conversations about Azerbaijan history and culture (his field of expertise). It probably would have helped if I wasn't so introverted and awkward, but it is what it is.

His sister was relatively hot for a woman in her thirties though.

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