A few months ago I lost a very dear friend. He was in his early 80's, but he was only as old as he felt, and lived a fabulously over-the-top, eccentric life...even to the very end. For fifteen years, he and I had martinis every Wednesday, and he would tell me all about his conquests that week. Last year he was diagnosed with cancer, but do you think that stopped him from gettin' his groove on? Absolutely not! Even to the end, he had his dipstick in the hobby. I loved that about him! Of course, towards the last month or two he couldn't care less about sex, but we still had our martinis while I listened to him complain that his nurse was not his type and she gave a terrible sponge bath...which to him, meant she was doing her job as a nurse, instead of as the provider he wished she was.
This got me thinking....what if several RN/LVN/CNA providers got together and started some sort of a sexy, at-home hospice? Baw-chick-a-WAH-WAH!! What a way to go! Even if the patient is so sick that he isn't thinking about sex, I am sure he would still enjoy a sponge bath from a beautiful, scantily clad lady. Just because you're sick doesn't mean you're dead yet! Hell, my friend would have been happy just to cop the occasional feel.
This could also potentially branch out into sports medicine, rehabilitation facilities (not DRUG rehab, physical rehab), or just anywhere that you have a bunch of bed-ridden guys with hard-ons. I would think the positive attention would speed up the recovery process, as well. Sounds like a winner to me!
*Humor is what makes the world go 'round, so if we can't joke about death (a very real and natural part of life) then what the Hell CAN we joke about?!
Discuss!