Such a week...
A not good, unpleasant, very bad, week of re-entry...
On Nursing Home Tuesday the weather forecaster says it will be sweltering. I wear a gauzy black skirt. I walk down the facility hallway and into my first patient's room. I take a seat in her wheelchair and hold her hand because she is crying.
The nursing home is warm and stuffy, but here in her room it is quiet and cool.
I relax back into the wheelchair to listen, but even as I do my external sensors register how comfortable this room is compared to the rest of the home. It is so wonderfully cool.
Cool and...clammy?
A tiny alarm bell begins to ring in my head...
Why is the sensation of coolness coming from my ass?
Usually, when the air conditioning cuts on in a building, the unexposed area of the body is not the first part to experience relief.
Unless...
Oh, dear...
This can't be, and yet, it is...
I am sitting in pee.
I have 8 more patients to see.
And I am wearing thong underwear.
It is only Tuesday morning and yet...
My week does not get any better.
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