Thursday, 9 January 2014

Home birth

When I was 18,  I worked in a nursing home as a part time evening care assistant and one evening I responded to an alarm bell from a lady with dementia. 

She was sitting on the toilet extremely agitated and confused with tears streaming down her face.

It was obvious she was in excruciating pain


Because she had a fully sized elephant poo wedged in her bottom.

Shameless selfie ;)

So just when you feel that Cancer has humiliated you enough, you spend well over an hour rummaging around in your own backside with a bottle of olive oil from the kitchen to assist with the proceedings.

'You should consider yourself a hero'

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