Why did you have to call the Director?

I’m very grateful. It has been a long time since I have had to lie in my urine for over thirty minutes. I’ll never be able to expunge that horrific day from my mind when I waited, praying through my hyperventilating episodes, urine, and defecation, and gaining control of my emotions and breathing.

Today, the CNA asked why I had to call the boss. I didn’t call until after thirty minutes of waiting for a clean-up. Afterward, my nurse asked me if I had had a rough day because I seemed frustrated. Duh. I’m trying not to be demeaning and still paint the picture.

I had an expressionless face with my teeth clenched. My pre-scripted message only read Wipe all the way up my right side to my chest level. Please. There were probably a lot of things, but my desire to be kind in every situation kept me from writing. What does the lady do? She’s wiping my chest. I know it was a full bladder of urine, but definitely not high-tide level. Then, after being uncomfortably pulled to the side to replace the sheets and clothing, the two CNAs figured out that the sheet was on the wrong way, and the pulling and turning uncomfortably moved process began again.

You seem frustrated, did you have a rough day? No, lady, the earlier team was only half as bad as yours, and they typically respond in 2-4 minutes. These were my censured thoughts. Once again, I got a pop quiz, and I passed by the grace of God. He has added more grace as the cluelessness increases. Whoops, I did it again. I let my thoughts out. Damned I would be, except I get more practice than one patient should be allowed to experience. Simplysaidbysimon gets a grip on his urine-saturated clothes and sheets. You lived through another day. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings while living with ALS – A Lasting Smile.