04 November 2010
The One Thing That Can Make Me Gag...
My nephews will attest to this fact of my weak stomach; when the kids were little, they found it amusing how they could say anything gross and I would begin to dry heave. It was so much fun for them that they'd gather their friends for the "let's see if we can make Sue gag" show. Yes, they did make me gag... talk of shit always did the trick. My active imagination would always make me able to experience the words the kids would say to me.
It's now 2010 and my mom is still living with me only now she's got what we believe to be Lewy Bodies Dementia. The illness seems to cause the body to just explode with shit, no warning, just streams of shit flying out of ones asshole; the one thing that can make me gag.
It sucks for everyone involved, especially me, the person who has to clean up the crap .... remember, I have a weak stomach for anything icky. Shit is at the top of my icky list.
My mom's been wearing the pull up disposable underwear, they help save me from having to clean up a trail of shit. I don't know what happened, when she took those pants off last night but I woke up this morning to find her laying asleep in her bed, half dressed in her street cloths. No socks. No shirt. Just her jeans and her sweater that buttons up the front, of course she didn't have it buttoned.
The room was still dark at 6 AM. I covered her and went to make myself a cup of coffee. I looked in her bathroom on the way out and was horrified with what I had seen. It looked like she had a shit party with feces all over the places. I started to cry.
Later when the lights were on I noticed a trail of shit from her bed to the closet and then to the bathroom. She got lost in her room and didn't make it to the toilet.
We crossed the line that I had drawn in my mind decades ago; I can't ignore the fact that my mom could now be incontinent. Fuck!
(apologies to my readers who have a hard time with the F-bomb but it's the only word that describes how I'm feeling right now.)