Pudding or Poop?

"Bitter, party of 1? Your table is ready"

Hello viewers on this dreary piece-of-shit day. This day, holiday or not, can go straight to hell. 

It's been a LONG work day. I'll just leave it at that. I'm so stressed about not screwing up and this freaking productivity. I've never had to stress about this before at work and I'm flipping my lid. I think it is just my personality combined with a desire to succeed and the stress of being a traveling therapist. 

Other than stressing out and drinking Diet Coke, the week has been uneventful. It's been raining so much I feel like this whole area is a soggy piece of bread. Last weekend, did some antiquing with Bella and drove up to Princeton WV to get my prescriptions. We have to make another trek up there this weekend to get the other one. There's a 'mall' up there so we may give it a look. 

OK, here's a good story for the day that has to do with the title of this post.  I did a part B eval for this resident and she is a hoot who is HOH (hard of hearing, not hand-over-hand- depending on your setting) and therefore makes these outrageous statements louder than the average person. 

I take her down to the therapy gym. When I'm ready for her to stand, I take off the blanket over her lap and there is a big-ass glob of brown on her thighs. 

** After giving 2 patients showers this week, I am no stranger to bodily functions (however I made it a point to NOT do those for a while with patients, dear me). ** 

Both of us had this WTH look on our faces since neither of us knew it was there. It is one thing to wipe a butt (hey, it's billable) but it's quite another for me to stare at a glob of shit on someone's legs. 

THANKFULLY, I remembered there was pudding for lunch and my heart slowed down. We had a time cleaning it off and had to re-hash the situation 2x more before we were finished due to memory. Got her cleaned up for the Valentine's party and made sure to tell the nurse that it was NOT poop on those pants as I put them with the regular dirty linens. 

In the words of Scarlett O'Hara, "Tomorrow is another day."  

Peace, love, and Sour Patch,

LMJ