No Shit.
A loved one is in the hospital. She has a terrible bacterial infection in the lungs and is not well. Bowels are not working well and after 4 days … well you can imagine. Nothing has worked. I spent the day in the hospital with her to give the caretaker a break. The nurse finally came in with a steaming drink.
"It's a drinkable enema," he said wryly.
It was a 6 ounce hot Milk of Magnesia, prune juice and magnesium sulfate (or something) concoction. Gag a maggot. This stuff looked like … like … Judas Priest it looked nasty. She gagged it down and I left before the fun got rolling.
Drinkable enema. Who the hell thought that up?
A loved one is in the hospital. She has a terrible bacterial infection in the lungs and is not well. Bowels are not working well and after 4 days … well you can imagine. Nothing has worked. I spent the day in the hospital with her to give the caretaker a break. The nurse finally came in with a steaming drink.
"It's a drinkable enema," he said wryly.
It was a 6 ounce hot Milk of Magnesia, prune juice and magnesium sulfate (or something) concoction. Gag a maggot. This stuff looked like … like … Judas Priest it looked nasty. She gagged it down and I left before the fun got rolling.
Drinkable enema. Who the hell thought that up?
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2 comments:
If not magnesium sulfate, it may have been magnesium hydroxide.
Ya know, Indian food chased with an espresso would be more pleasant.
Personally, I just love that this particular entry begins with the words
"No shit."
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