Last night at 2 am , i was woke up by a clueless male nurse . He wanted to know about my bowel movements !!!!!!!!! What the hell !!!!!!!!!!!
First I take pride in NOT shitting myself I . But with all the soft food and stool softeners they feed you here I have had accidents .
At home I wait until The catheter balloon inside me feels like I'm bruised , I then deflate the catheter part way and go take a dump .
I am embarrassed and shamed when I need housekeeping to change my bed ! So I have refused all stool softeners and the like .
And he came in at 2 am to question me about that ?
This is turning into my nightmare in a nursing home . Except there are some very good ladies here that are helpful beyond all expectations . It's 7 am now and the kind young lady Miss MacKinsey made a special trip to bring me coffee . I want to adopt her .
Serval of the ladies have seen me writing and have read what i'm putting down here . and all it seams approve . I try not to be petty or abusive . Or a complainer . But when my head starts to hurt , I can feel my I.Q. points dropping like a lead balloon .
Matt is coming to visit me today . and crap there goes my brain I can't remember what's is supposed to happen today . I try and try but I can't make sense of what's going on .