Blood Bath

When I tried to wash her, she kept grabbing me with her bloody hands. I got all bloody as well. Perhaps she just wanted to share in the joy of playing with blood.
Everyday is an adventure, or misadventure as the case may be. It is the latter that makes for the best stories, inspiring the name of my blog. I'm a nurse and an attorney (and way too silly sometimes). I am retired now. WELCOME to my blog! This is a work of fiction inspired by true events. The patients I refer to are a patchwork quilt of various patient's problems mixed together. If you think you recognize someone, you are wrong. These people do not really exist.
5 Comments:
Good gosh. I don't know how you do it.
Sometimes I really wish that they would let us wheel patients like that outside and hose them off. If other people saw it, it might act as an incentive to behave. :)
looks messy....
Presumably the photo was taken 1) by you, 2) of her, before you got all, uh, involved? Otherwise, how'd ya' do it? Do you keep a camera fastened to your outfit, or is this a cell-phone picture?
Madwag, it was messy and sticky.
Paul, I always take a camera to work. I keep it either in my purse or pocket for photo emergencies.
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