So, yesterday I was at work in my summer care home job. Thinking, yes what a lovely day. Half the residents have gone out, makes for an easy afternoon.
But then, I found myself bending down on my knees, double gloved, with a pack of wipes thinking "what am I even doing here".
I was cleaning poo from a elderly gentleman's balls.
Just have that in your mind for a minute..
I often spend a lot of my time cleaning up other people's bodily fluids, either as a student nurse or as a care assistant. But for some reason this was different. I found myself questioning my sanity as I try very hard to get the poo out of the ball hair constantly saying "stand still" or "turn round" hoping the big blob of poo doesn't fall down into the nice clean pad onto or on the nice clean floor.
Half an hour, a pack of wipes and half a pack of gloves later. I was done. Thank goodness, he was all clean. None of it was on the floor, in the pad or on me.
Just a small insight into my afternoon at work. Please note, I am back again tomorrow. Hopefully not as pooey as last time.
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