You and your wife have truly redefined the definition of LOVE. Anytime you can find someone... anyone to clean up an episode like the Midnight Shuffle, a Mustang Sally or a Good Morning Surprise... keep them forever. Best Wishes In a message dated 2/18/2010 9:28:14 P.M. Central Standard Time, [email protected] writes:
Let me first say I love my wife of 30 years plus and her being my primary caregiver she has gone through many midnight surprises. Lately though it has been morning shows on the dirty lose pie or even worse a shot in the face of what looks like lemonade but isn't. She will scream and I'll say what?????????????????? But honestly I'm not feeling when I'm leaking. All I can say is "I'm sorry." I think I need to make an appointment with my urologist. I have a syrinix locate ate c2 - c 3 level and for fear of ending up on a vent for the rest of my life. Ive been experiecing extra pin a needles feeling plus a stabbing pain to the lower left side of my stomach right above my groin. Because my wife and I are dwarfs 4'6 160 lbs and 4ft 110 lbs with the weight differences she can't do any ROM with me. Since I'm in my wheelchair for 18 hrs + my hip flexors and muscles are all getting very tight. Luckily we use a ceiling lift to transfer me from bed to w/c and shower. I'd love to hire a aide, but since my share of cost for getting benefits from IHSS is about 80% of my SSDI, what do my wife live on after that? I guess this is the life I've been dealt so I'll suck it up for the sake of my wife and two adult children. ____________________________________ From: "[email protected]" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Sent: Thu, February 18, 2010 5:59:01 PM Subject: [QUAD-L] The Midnight Shuffle...... It happens to everyone at one time or another. For some, it may happen more then we care to brag or talk about. There is nothing you can do about it. Its Nature, doing its thang. Some blame the nasty food they had and others will say its the meds, but when the bowels let loose on you without, so much as a warning.....Bang. I mean BAM. You are a proud owner of a nasty waste packet that someone else is going to clean up. If its solid, better. But if its a loose and running bowel movement, you may require the 5th Fleet of blind medics to begin the process of cleaning you up. The shoes and socks first and then careful the pants or trousers. If the aide or aides are nothing careful, you have racing stripes of feces running down to your heels and toes. One blue chuck is never enough and you need 8 of them before you begin the task. Not to mention the indignation and embarrassment to one's hollowed ego. There is no words in the English language that can describe the experience and fewer words to utter an apology. This is truly a memorable experience and one that no one every forgets..... until you get cleaned up and redressed, only to perform the "Midnight Shuffle" once again with no warning. Anyone with a #2 Story they wish to share? If you haven't had the experience ..... yet, that's ok, because we all know that at some time or another...... everyone gets caught doing the "Midnight Shuffle" or the Mustang Sally. Best Wishes
