Oh my god, where do I start...
Before I left the house, my mum said to me, ‘oh don’t come near me lady, I’ve got problems down stairs’. And because it’s that time of year, my mind else where naturally, I gave her breakfast, put tv on, gave her medication, made sure she was safe, and I left the house for Xmas food shopping yesterday, it was only when we came back, after my son phoned me, saying Mum, there’s a strong smell of poo downstairs and I don’t think it’s the dogs, that the minute I opened the front door, the smell hit me.... I don’t wish that onto anybody,, I really don’t! Anyway as I neared myself to mums flat, the smell got stronger, and then I noticed it, bits of poo soaked tissues torn up and scattered everywhere, also poo (sorry) hand prints on the walls, skirting, floor, and then I found Mum sitting on the other chair, with no knickers on, just sitting shivering in her vest, that was soaked and dried with poo, from her back end explosion that ended up somehow right up her back, like, what, sereal yes, well yes, this is my life, it’s sucks balls I tell you... Anyway, then I looked down to see the biggest puddle of runny cow pat quality poo, on the floor by her other chair, and then I saw her chair cushion, oh dear, then I noticed a trail of poo going from her chair to her commode, then her bed, which I had to strip off, the smell was just the worse, then in her bathroom, the nightmare awaiting me, oh my god, anyway it took me and my husband an hour and a half to clear it all up, plus her, she was covered, also her clothes.. all the while, my frozen shopping in the utility room, thawing away, because I didn’t have time to put it into the freezer, Mum comes first, we literally dropped everything and tended to her. We got her clean and the room was half done, then I put all the dirty clothes into the wash room, I turned around back towards Mum, and she was sitting in poo again, and I just changed her, and I had to strip her off again, and start from scratch. So I put her to bed at 8.30, as she looked really pale and I’ll, I thought she might have a bug, I didn’t expect her to last the night to be honest.
So today arrived and my son said Mum the smell is back, we were in Sainsbury’s at the time, when we got back, the smell hit me, I went into see Mum, and she’s sitting there, in 4 of my sons t-shirts, he’s 13, and 4 pairs of his boxer shorts, from the washing pile, with no trousers on, and underneath, poo soaked knickers and vest again, and it was all over the house yet again, so in two days it took us like 4 hours to clean it all up.. and Mum confused to hell, telling my husband it wasn’t her fault it was the other dirty others..
How I do this day in and out, I need a medal..
Happy Xmas.. which I. Not interested in
Before I left the house, my mum said to me, ‘oh don’t come near me lady, I’ve got problems down stairs’. And because it’s that time of year, my mind else where naturally, I gave her breakfast, put tv on, gave her medication, made sure she was safe, and I left the house for Xmas food shopping yesterday, it was only when we came back, after my son phoned me, saying Mum, there’s a strong smell of poo downstairs and I don’t think it’s the dogs, that the minute I opened the front door, the smell hit me.... I don’t wish that onto anybody,, I really don’t! Anyway as I neared myself to mums flat, the smell got stronger, and then I noticed it, bits of poo soaked tissues torn up and scattered everywhere, also poo (sorry) hand prints on the walls, skirting, floor, and then I found Mum sitting on the other chair, with no knickers on, just sitting shivering in her vest, that was soaked and dried with poo, from her back end explosion that ended up somehow right up her back, like, what, sereal yes, well yes, this is my life, it’s sucks balls I tell you... Anyway, then I looked down to see the biggest puddle of runny cow pat quality poo, on the floor by her other chair, and then I saw her chair cushion, oh dear, then I noticed a trail of poo going from her chair to her commode, then her bed, which I had to strip off, the smell was just the worse, then in her bathroom, the nightmare awaiting me, oh my god, anyway it took me and my husband an hour and a half to clear it all up, plus her, she was covered, also her clothes.. all the while, my frozen shopping in the utility room, thawing away, because I didn’t have time to put it into the freezer, Mum comes first, we literally dropped everything and tended to her. We got her clean and the room was half done, then I put all the dirty clothes into the wash room, I turned around back towards Mum, and she was sitting in poo again, and I just changed her, and I had to strip her off again, and start from scratch. So I put her to bed at 8.30, as she looked really pale and I’ll, I thought she might have a bug, I didn’t expect her to last the night to be honest.
So today arrived and my son said Mum the smell is back, we were in Sainsbury’s at the time, when we got back, the smell hit me, I went into see Mum, and she’s sitting there, in 4 of my sons t-shirts, he’s 13, and 4 pairs of his boxer shorts, from the washing pile, with no trousers on, and underneath, poo soaked knickers and vest again, and it was all over the house yet again, so in two days it took us like 4 hours to clean it all up.. and Mum confused to hell, telling my husband it wasn’t her fault it was the other dirty others..
How I do this day in and out, I need a medal..
Happy Xmas.. which I. Not interested in
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