You sort of end up with a strong stomach, but the problem is that the pooper doesn't worry in the slightest, that is what the staff are there for - eeerrr, staff? What staff? We are in the mood where I am staff, not a relative.
Had to deal with Cdiff a few years back, dad managed to fall (not on the poo) and needed an urgent hip replacement, so I was left to deal with mum on my own. wasn't pleasant, the start of it is the person wandering around confused with lumps dropping out of their bottoms, had to replace the hall carpet afterwards. The stench was indescribable, I got lots of cheap mats, put them around the loo and as they got soiled during the night I just chucked them out in the back garden and dealt with it in the morning. I always dreaded that a fox would drag one round to the neighbours house, had visions of their dog then dragging a mat into their house, thankfully it didn't happen. There are some things in this world that I really did not want to know, like being able to say that I correctly identified a bowel lining in a bed pan without any help from a doctor, uuuurrrrgh!
I would be tempted to say after that anything is easy, it isn't, I find it is the mind numbing relentless repetition which is the worse. She makes things worse by wanting to be pulled off the loo, I would say helped or lifted but it is a tug of war, she becomes a dead weight just as I start to lift, she isn't helpless she can stand on her own. One of our GPs told me to beware the mind games, he was right, what she is doing is quite deliberate and it isn't nice. She will then present a her backside to have it wiped, she can do this herself, I feel it is a form of humiliation. I wonder how on earth people can get in this state.
