LEAVE IF YOU ARE SQUIMISH
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I've been shoveling shit all day. I am sick to death of it too. I honestly don't think I can do this. Again.
There must have been at least 18 months of my cleaning up my mother's shit storms. I mean this literally for those of you not familiar. I cleaned up the pool of shit from the bed. From the nooks and crannies of my mother's ass and crotch. I changed the sheets. I changed the chux.
You get the idea.
If you need more information (I sure hope not, but...) the archives are there. Knock youself out.
This morning I went downstairs to give my father the newspaper. It was at least 10am. Two hours later than usual. I guess I needed my beauty rest or something. Anyway, the shades were closed and so was the bedroom door.
Given the man's age it seemed wise to check him out. I opened the bedroom door and the stink hit me like a freight train. Shit, my friends. The stink of unhealthy shit. Fortunately most of it was in the bedside commode. Along with some puke.
This has been my day. Cleaning up the shit. Trying to rid the place of the smell. And, most of all, trying to wash the skin off my hands so I don't get sick too.
I honestly don't think I can do this again/anymore.
written at 9:04 p.m.
December 09, 2006
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