On the importance of fibre

Apparently in some trailer park in the states, a woman sat on the toilet for long enough that her skin grafted to the seat:

A 35-year-old woman who sat on her boyfriend’s toilet for so long that her body was stuck to the seat had a phobia about leaving the bathroom, the boyfriend said.

Police say Pam Babcock apparently spent two years living in the bathroom of her boyfriend’s mobile home.

“She is an adult; she made her own decision,” said her boyfriend, Kory McFarren. “I should have gotten help for her sooner; I admit that. But after a while, you kind of get used to it.”

The case drew nationwide attention after Ness County Sheriff Bryan Whipple said it appeared the Ness City woman’s skin had grown around the seat in the two years she apparently was in the bathroom.

“We pried the toilet seat off with a pry bar and the seat went with her to the hospital,” Whipple said. “The hospital removed it.”

McFarren, 36, said he can’t be certain how long Pam Babcock stayed in the bathroom because “time just went by so quick I can’t pinpoint how long.” He said beatings she received in her childhood caused her phobia.

“It just kind of happened one day; she went in and had been in there a little while, the next time it was a little longer. Then she got it in her head she was going to stay — like it was a safe place for her,” McFarren said.

But McFarren said she moved around in the bathroom during that time, bathed and changed into the clothes he brought her. He brought food and water to her. They had conversations and had an otherwise normal relationship — except it all happened in the bathroom.

Full story at CNN.

PS: Yeah yeah, in all seriousness, mental illness is bad.

Where everybody knows your name

They say “you can never go home again,” or some such twaddle.
I say, “sometimes you just don’t want to go home cuz it’s scary and grotty and trashy and kind of smells of desperation, rubber boots and mullets.”

I am, of course, speaking of my charming evening at Moose Delaney’s, our very own sport-bar-kind-of-thing. Don’t worry, I survived relatively unscathed.