I am a home care social worker. I made the mistake of eating Mexican right before doing one of my assessments. As I’m going through the depression screen I can feel the telltale signs of trouble in my bowels. I had to excuse myself in the middle of the assessment to use his bathroom. He was sitting in the front room which didn’t have anything to distract him. And the bathroom was connected to his room where his wife was sleeping. I barely got there in time and the farts made the bowl like a trumpet. I proceeded to destroy their toilet for the next 20 minutes. It was the kind of shit where your entire body overheats and you feel like you will throw up if you don’t get your clothes off. So I had my shirt off, hoping that the lock actually worked. I woke his wife up and could hear her going “what the hell? Oh my!”
When I finally felt like I could function again, I tried to find some air freshner, which of course there wasn’t-had to go back out there and try to do a memory assessment and act like I didn’t smell the god awful left over stench of my horrific mistake.
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