You know those moments. Those I think I just vomited in my mouth a little bit moments. For instance, I was waiting in the car while hubs ran into hospital to check on an appt. for me. There was this lady sitting outside the hospital in a wheelchair. She gathered herself to sit up and flashed me all she had. GAG!!
Or the other day I was waiting outside for hubs again and saw some guy relieving himself on a nice tree. Find a washroom dude!!
Or when you're wiping your own bum and you get a little bit of poo on your hand.
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Thanks for the nice compliment. This woman was my last caregiver position. To tell you the truth, I really think I'm done with this line of work. I did it for a long time and don't want another care job.
I know it's terrible for me to say but I just can't deal with any more piss and sh*t. Or disgusting elderly people who refuse to shower or even wash up. Or their filthy hoarded houses. Or their stubbornness and other assorted asinine nonsense. Or their adult kids who expect the caregiver to be akin to a slave who will just take care of everything and then chase them all over town to recover the wages that are owed.
I've lost patience with caregiving.
You're a better woman than me. There are some things I could not do. And one of them is clean up poo.
Hey, I'm a poet and didn't even know it.😃
I only lost it the one time and actually had to go outside and throw up in the bushes.
I had an elderly client who was bedbound and invalid from Lewy Body Dementia. She was in diapers 24 hours a day.
I went to change her as I did several times every day. She regularly crapped through the diaper and I would have to change and wash everything.
She had a wound on her backside that needed to be cleaned and dressed daily which I did. The hard part was that she was unable to stay on her side unassisted while I did this. She had lost the ability to even hold on to the bed's side rail.
So, I had to change her one-handed while supporting her with my other hand to get it done otherwise she'd just roll over back into the mess. I also had to get down low to do the dressing change.
One day I was doing the diaper and dressing change, and she wasn't done yet.
She crapped in my face. Literally in my face. It's a good thing I wear glasses because I would have had sh*t in my eyes if I didn't.
That's the one time my lunch came up on the job, and boy did it come. Right into the bush outside in her yard.
If I thought this was bad, I had no clue. His new favorite discussion was bowel movements. I miss the cancer talks. I would have to tell him it was not lunch-appropriate conversation. If we went to a restaurant and he used the men's room he would announce to the entire restaurant that "He WENT!". I wanted to crawl under the table. Later when he had a permanent catheter he would be constantly pulling up his pant leg to check his bag. I am sure the other diners appreciated seeing his bag-o-pee. I stopped taking him to restaurants after that.
Never go out to eat in fancy restaurants with old people! LOL
All of us have ‘crazy’ people in our families. My godmother would go out to eat with my cousin. My cousin would excuse herself to go to the ladies room. When my cousin returned to the table my godmother would ask, “Did everything come out okay?” 😆 LOL My cousin is Miss prim and proper and was terribly embarrassed when others laughed at the comment! My godmother completely lost her filter!
Another time, when I was in my 20’s, I made the mistake of taking my husband’s grandmother to a quaint, upscale restaurant in uptown New Orleans. She lived close to this restaurant and I was looking forward to going there for lunch. They have fabulous food.
Unfortunately, I made the mistake of asking her how she felt shortly after ordering our food. She went into great detail about being constipated. Gross! Too much information. I think that I learned the name of every laxative on the market! Plus, how many days it took for them to finally work!
Patrons at this fancy, intimate restaurant were putting their forks down. It was so embarrassing that I wanted to crawl under the table! I completely lost my appetite. Again, no filter!
What makes old people talk about bathroom habits (pee and poo) anywhere and everywhere? I have told my kids to take me out to the backyard and shoot me if I start doing that in restaurants! 😝 LOL
Despite 20 years of requests not to.
This person has no sinus or other structural issues.
The sound of it makes me insaaane.
GAG. 🤢
(never, never in public though)
Hockey's big here in Canada. Hockey players do this too when they are on the bench. The camera always seems to zoom in on this.
I can't *bear* spitting. Unfortunately there are some youngish, athletic-ish men living round here who seem to think that hacking up heaven knows what and then spitting whatever that is into the gutter is the correct thing to do. It's beyond the pale.