Caution, healthcare story ahead:
The patient had a colostomy bag that was packed so full that at first glance it looked like a loaf of bread. It’s no surprise that it exploded out of the top. The smell was no surprise either, and I was profoundly grateful to not have to clean it up – I felt terrible for the patient, and the CNA. Smells are challenging, and losing control of bodily functions has a big psychological impact.
When I sat down to lunch a short while later, I realized that I was eating soup that was the approximate color and consistency of what came out of the bag. That’s what happens when you work in healthcare. Gory shit is an every day occurrence, and you just have to deal with it.
P.S. Never stuff a Thanksgiving turkey with nurses – talk will inevitably go towards wound packing.