Eric Eakin of Bay Village, Ohio has a huge collection of bedpans. Almost 200! He writes:
I have urine-specimen bottles from Canada; novelty bedpans used for advertising; bedpan ashtrays; bedpan-themed get-well cards; teeny-tiny bedpans used in doll houses (for infirm dolls in doll hospitals?); bedpans used as artwork ("The James Traficant Bedpan of Justice" by noted bedpan artist Dave Sparks and other painted in an American Indian motif); bedpans from Israel and Great Britain; even molds used to make ceramic bedpans.
I also have enema cans; an inflatable bedpan; a plastic urinal signed by the 13-year-old girls on my daughter's soccer team on the event of my birthday; even a urine-collection bottle used by crewmembers aboard B-52 bombers.
Upon reading the wonders of Mr. Eakin's collection, I am reminded of a passage from Plutarch's Life of Caesar:
In like manner we are told again that, in Spain, when he was at leisure and was reading from the history of Alexander, he was lost in thought for a long time, and then burst into tears. His friends were astonished, and asked the reason for his tears. "Do you not think," said he, "it is matter for sorrow that while Alexander, at my age, was already king of so many peoples, I have as yet achieved no brilliant success?"
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