Sights, sounds and smells of the "pockey'lips?"
Recently had to visit a relation in a nursing home in Florida. The place she was originally at was a state run place while the family "got her in" (their words) to a better place.
So we had to wait and go in one at a time with my uncle.
Just getting through the locked and guarded doors, your senses are immediately assaulted. First off it's the smell. Yep someone or someoneS have crapped themselves. Can no one else smell this? Nurses? Within nanoseconds of the smells hitting you, the sounds of confusion, chaos and conflict overwhelm you. One crazy dude in a wheel barrow looking thing mostly naked is parked at the nurses station, he's singing the whole time. An older black guy is in his room screaming and fighting with a non existent person, I believe his ex wife from the sounds of it- "GD this, I'll F'in kill you, it's killed or be killed MF'er! GD this, GD that...." That part plays the entire time we are "allowed" to be in there.
The nurses station is pandemonium, five or six patients hanging around there- naked dude in wheelbarrow contraption singing, crazy old black lady calling me a preacher, two or three that are smiling at you and want to touch you.
My first thoughts are of One Second After book and the scene where he's in the nursing home after TS has HTF, only TS has NOT HIT THE FAN!!!
Try not to get sucked into it- "dude" swears he knows me, I'm here to get him out of course, old woman that looks dirty wants to touch me, black lady keeps screaming at me and calling me "preacher"- all the while old black dude is fighting with non existent wife, naked man in wheelbarrow thing is singing, poop smell is stronger now and coming from various directions but seems to be concentrated in one direction. We move past the nurses station and towards the room. Yelling/imaginary fighting is getting louder, poop smell much stronger and harder to take. Room we need to go to has crazy black man across hall and roommate of the person we need to see is sleeping but evidently crapping themselves silly while sleeping as the smell is originating from her side of room. Everything is semi dirty, everything is old. Nurses as well as patients have the thousand yard stare.
Why would anyone purposely seek a job like this?
I've had many people bleed all over me, I've bled all over myself, I've suffered a few injuries, I've inflicted a few. I've lived in some nasty places and nasty conditions, I've eaten some nasty stuff, I've done some things I'm not proud of, nor would I discuss with others.
I was not ready for this sort of thing.
Recently had to visit a relation in a nursing home in Florida. The place she was originally at was a state run place while the family "got her in" (their words) to a better place.
So we had to wait and go in one at a time with my uncle.
Just getting through the locked and guarded doors, your senses are immediately assaulted. First off it's the smell. Yep someone or someoneS have crapped themselves. Can no one else smell this? Nurses? Within nanoseconds of the smells hitting you, the sounds of confusion, chaos and conflict overwhelm you. One crazy dude in a wheel barrow looking thing mostly naked is parked at the nurses station, he's singing the whole time. An older black guy is in his room screaming and fighting with a non existent person, I believe his ex wife from the sounds of it- "GD this, I'll F'in kill you, it's killed or be killed MF'er! GD this, GD that...." That part plays the entire time we are "allowed" to be in there.
The nurses station is pandemonium, five or six patients hanging around there- naked dude in wheelbarrow contraption singing, crazy old black lady calling me a preacher, two or three that are smiling at you and want to touch you.
My first thoughts are of One Second After book and the scene where he's in the nursing home after TS has HTF, only TS has NOT HIT THE FAN!!!
Try not to get sucked into it- "dude" swears he knows me, I'm here to get him out of course, old woman that looks dirty wants to touch me, black lady keeps screaming at me and calling me "preacher"- all the while old black dude is fighting with non existent wife, naked man in wheelbarrow thing is singing, poop smell is stronger now and coming from various directions but seems to be concentrated in one direction. We move past the nurses station and towards the room. Yelling/imaginary fighting is getting louder, poop smell much stronger and harder to take. Room we need to go to has crazy black man across hall and roommate of the person we need to see is sleeping but evidently crapping themselves silly while sleeping as the smell is originating from her side of room. Everything is semi dirty, everything is old. Nurses as well as patients have the thousand yard stare.
Why would anyone purposely seek a job like this?
I've had many people bleed all over me, I've bled all over myself, I've suffered a few injuries, I've inflicted a few. I've lived in some nasty places and nasty conditions, I've eaten some nasty stuff, I've done some things I'm not proud of, nor would I discuss with others.
I was not ready for this sort of thing.
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