It's a good thing I woke up early today and ate breakfast long before coming to work.
One of our clients
just had a stroke in his room and defecated all over himself and the floor. EMS came and due to where I was standing when they arrived, I had to help get the guy onto the stretcher by holding and pushing it from the opposite side.
He was moaning in pain begging for help, one side of his body immobilized. They had to remove his left shoe, pants and trousers which were covered in feces while he sat on the floor crying. I'm almost ashamed to admit that at one point he tried to grab my arm and I shrank with a level of repulsion reminiscent of a zombie attack. Obviously, I was concerned about his well-being. I didn't stop holding the stretcher or speaking in a calming voice. But the visceral reaction to him trying to grab my arm was . . . :shudder:
There's a reason why I am not a doctor, nurse, or EMS worker. The two women who came and got this man to the hospital get my utmost respect.
But the expression on my face today is probably going to resemble Harry Potter's description of Narcissa Malfoy the first time he saw her.
Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew. Ew.