Today I spent 2 hours solid, no breaks, dematting a woman's Winehouse style beehive, which was done whilst wearing apron gloves and a hat made from a plastic bag.
The reason. Clock that up to the head lice, pubic lice and fleas she is hoaching with. Brushing her hair made them fall out onto the bed and watch them.. slowly... crawl... across... the bed... towards...me...
After that I get to go an deal with a wee lady with a very bad bowel infection (that could kill her), resulting in the most explosive watery diarrhoea that I have ever seen. Put her on commode. Strip the bed because its covered, "Are you finished?" "Aye hen, I'd like to go back to bed now.." "Fair enough, we'll just get you up and in...."
Its at this point her bowels open spraying me with infective diarrhoea. Wonderful. I then have to continue getting her settled before I have to change into a pair of surgical scrubs as we don't have spare uniforms.
I now have to spend the next week hoping I don't catch either the very infectious virulent bowel infection that kills you, or any of the pets. Almost finished and then I'm away out to the community where I have to ask plastic/cloth babies permission before I massage them.
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YOU MADE ME ITCH WITH THAT STORY! :(
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