I try to erase this type of thing from memory but a recent one was clearing my dogs mess from three rooms she had walked through while shi**ing. The smell was unbelievably bad and i was up till 1 in the morning cleaning carpets.
Further back was when I had to rod the drains that I shared with my scuzzy neighbours. A combination of concentrated washing powder and panty liners had formed a matrix that had set solid in the inspection pit and a bit further down. Thankfully the water drained away after a few pokes leaving the joyful task of breaking up the concreted mass and then washing it away. Even less fun was later explaining to her the cause of the blockage from their side.
Cleaning up sick was bad enough when the kids were younger, but it's 100x worse when you're cleaning it off the bedroom floor because they've drunk too much - it makes me heave!
Cleaning up sick was bad enough when the kids were younger, but it's 100x worse when you're cleaning it off the bedroom floor because they've drunk too much - it makes me heave!
:eek: Make them do it themselves - that's what my parents did.
Having to clean poo off my dog's rear end when it gets stuck in there and doesn't come all the way out. I have to put her in the sink and wash off her fur on her entire backside, and the poo always smells like goose doody.
Walking through creek mud (which was essentially a mixture of earth and raw sewage, along with a coating of seagull shit for good measure) when digging up lugworms, as bait for fishing.
Put it this way, you needed a good bath when you got home, having been covered from head to toe with mud splashes.
Cleaning up sick was bad enough when the kids were younger, but it's 100x worse when you're cleaning it off the bedroom floor because they've drunk too much - it makes me heave!
Tell them clean it up for lump it, I was told when I was young, if you drink then fine drink as much as you like, but if you puke on the carpet, you clean it.
I'm an ex-butcher and I have a strong-ish stomach but I hated "dressing" fresh turkeys at Christmas time, it involves cutting around the anus - pulling it down like a lettebox flap, then you push your arm into the hole as far as you can go ( like your going to deliver a calf ) but then pulling all the internal organs out in one go.
Then you have cut its head off with a meat cleaver...and dress the neck area. Lovely job it was.
Years ago my first husband had a lump on the back of his neck. It had been there years, but one day it started oozing. He went to the doc's and the doc said it's got to be squeezed out. So there I am with an old sheet wrapped round me to protect my clothes squeezing this lump. When the stuff came out, it squirted out with a force and went everywhere. It smelled like gone-off cheese and was yellow and thick. Yuk:eek:
Years ago my first husband had a lump on the back of his neck. It had been there years, but one day it started oozing. He went to the doc's and the doc said it's got to be squeezed out. So there I am with an old sheet wrapped round me to protect my clothes squeezing this lump. When the stuff came out, it squirted out with a force and went everywhere. It smelled like gone-off cheese and was yellow and thick. Yuk:eek:
I've got that picture in my head now, was going to get a cheeseburger but think I'll pass now
Another one with nursing stories. Yes, I've cleaned up an awful lot of bodily fluids, wastes and secretions (bile is pretty awful - green and stringy but fortunately not too smelly).
I had to hold a leg as it was being amputated. That was a bit grim, taking hold of a freshly severed leg.
I had to remove about half a dozen maggots which had buried themselves inside a patient's necrotic big toe.
When I worked in the prison service I had to cut down a prisoner who'd hanged himself. At least that was clean, though. The ones who cut their wrists made a hell of a mess...
Tell them clean it up for lump it, I was told when I was young, if you drink then fine drink as much as you like, but if you puke on the carpet, you clean it.
That's fair enough.
You don't have teenagers do you?! If I left it for my son to clean up it would be there for hours and the house would stink!
Using tampons has to be one of the most disgusting things I've ever had to do, I'm sure a lot of women would say the same, but I guess we've got used to it by now...
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Further back was when I had to rod the drains that I shared with my scuzzy neighbours. A combination of concentrated washing powder and panty liners had formed a matrix that had set solid in the inspection pit and a bit further down. Thankfully the water drained away after a few pokes leaving the joyful task of breaking up the concreted mass and then washing it away. Even less fun was later explaining to her the cause of the blockage from their side.
Well you didn't HAVE to do her technically
She probably would of sat on him until he did...:p
:eek: Make them do it themselves - that's what my parents did.
Yep, I would make them do it themselves to.
Put it this way, you needed a good bath when you got home, having been covered from head to toe with mud splashes.
And clearing blocked drains is no picnic.
Patients would pee and poo everywhere but the worst thing I saw was a woman walking up the corridor stark naked eating another patient's poo :eek:
I am still gagging thinking about it to this day. An experienced nurse took her away and cleaned her up :eek:
The smell of that patient's breath is making me heave now
You have won the award for most gross post, I can't stop heaving!! :eek:
Tell them clean it up for lump it, I was told when I was young, if you drink then fine drink as much as you like, but if you puke on the carpet, you clean it.
That's fair enough.
Eww, OK your story has to take the most disgusting if not most shocking :eek:
Then you have cut its head off with a meat cleaver...and dress the neck area. Lovely job it was.
Cutting off my goldfish's tail wasn't the nicest thing, but if I didn't then I'm not sure it would survive.
I've got that picture in my head now, was going to get a cheeseburger but think I'll pass now
It would have been more dangerous if he had got on top. He could have burned his arse on the lightbulb.
I had to hold a leg as it was being amputated. That was a bit grim, taking hold of a freshly severed leg.
I had to remove about half a dozen maggots which had buried themselves inside a patient's necrotic big toe.
When I worked in the prison service I had to cut down a prisoner who'd hanged himself. At least that was clean, though. The ones who cut their wrists made a hell of a mess...
You don't have teenagers do you?! If I left it for my son to clean up it would be there for hours and the house would stink!