yes I knew as I was waking up at the Tower Unit of the Haven Hospital in Reading that I had been covered in shit after they pissed on me when they left me in the woods. Then I forgot and I couldn’t remember anything. Except I remembered that I said “I think therefore I am” to get oriented. So that I could stay sitting up and not lay down and pass out and die.
There was a precedent for this.
When I got c difficile –a nasty infection of the bowels–as a resident at Mount Trexler Manor I went to the hospital and I has liquid diarrhea over and over all night long and I kept falling. It was not attractive for the male nurse to have to hold me up as this was happening. The following morning the Chief doctor expressed that he would not receive me as a patient in his hospital again.
So, been there, done that. Nowadays it is common for me. To have liquid diarrhea. At my age and in my condition it is not as shocking and distasteful, although I do probably talk about it too much. You would too if it were happening to you.
Where it really hurts and matters to me is when I leaked from my bowels just before a dinner party with everybody there and I didn’t have a change of clothes and my mother DID NOT STEP IN TO HELP. It was here in this house. I needed to step into the shower and borrow some clothes. She didn’t do ANYTHING. There was nothing I could do. Obviously I smelled like shit. So I just went to dinner. My brother’s girlfriend from Hawaii was there. It was sick. I never heard from my brother again.
I don’t have anything else to say about this.
Un.Bon.Mot 