So today at work I might have had the grossest experience of my life.
No Joke. I don't think I will ever be this grossed out ever again.
So Tuesday mornings are surgery mornings. And today an older gentlemen came in and he had major diabetes, like should've had both of his legs amputated a LONG time ago. He had no feeling in them and he couldn't even bend one of them. Well, because of that his hygiene was.....far less then satisfactory. Yeah..thats what we will say.
Well, his toes were all bent together and folded over each other and his ankles/feet looked like little bowling balls. He couldn't even put his shoes on. Sick. His legs were bleeding through his shorts. There was stuff growing between his toes and it was green and black. Well at first I was trying to be nice and was thinking, man this poor guy must be so miserable. I was trying not to gag due to the lovely smell, but I was holding it together.
Then...he popped the question.
yes. THE question.
"Will you put my shoes on?"
So I mustered all the courage I could and I started putting his shoes on, praying and pleading inside to NOT come into direct contact with his feet.
I was blocking a lot of it out until he said,
"Oh, and you will probably want to wash your hands when you are done."
I think I threw up a little in my mouth.
So I make it through one shoe and he says, "Thats good, thats just my bad foot"
and a bunch of other communicable diseases went through my mind.
Then we had to transfer him from his wheelchair to a regular chair.
Then we had to go sanitize. Lots.
Today, I've washed my hands, more like my arms from my elbows down, more then I ever have in my life, and hand sanitizer has become my new best friend.
It was so gross, I almost put in my two weeks notice.