"There aint nothin' that gets you outta bed sooner at the long term rehab than an ice cold bed pan."

Yup! Ain't that the truth!

For me, during the weeks I was lingering in rehab, it was "Bob," a man called Bob. Most every morning, just when I'd be thinking that awful "Oh, leave me alone!" thought, in would pop Bob: "Ready for the gym, Ray? Come on, Ray, up n' at 'em!"

For the weeks I was in rehab, "Bob" was my substitute ice cold bed pan.