...or, The Funk Of A Homeless Person Is A Powerful Thing! LOL...
We have this homeless gentleman on our unit who was admitted a few weeks ago with liver and kidney problems related to ETOH (alcohol to you laypersons), and the clothes that he was wearing when he came in through the ER have been festering in a couple of plastic bags ever since. He has been worried about getting his clothes clean so yesterday I took them home to wash. I was gowned, gloved, and masked (really, I was, I'm not crazy) as I gingerly opened the bags--and yet still the stench nearly made me ralph! His underpants can only be described as foul. You do not want to know. I threw them away, along with his socks, and washed the remaining items not once, not twice, but three times, the third time presoaking them in a whole gallon of Petzyme, lol, in an ultimately futile attempt to get some of that funk out. Finally I tossed everything in the dryer and went to bed. My DH informed me when I got up that the aroma of those clothes cooking in the dryer literally drove him and his sons out of the house! Now my whole downstairs reeks of Eau de Homeless Dude!! Even the cats won't go downstairs! Just kiddin', it's not really that bad, but you know how sometimes a smell just gets sorta stuck in your nose? It's like that.
Anyway, his clothes are clean (if not fragrant) and my DH and I threw in some underwear (DH's, not mine, LOL), socks, a pair of sweatpants, and a couple of warm shirts so the poor guy will have something to put on when he's streeted again after the MDs are done tweaking him back into a semblance of health.
The capper is that when I brought him his stuff back tonight, he goes, "your name's Mary, right?" which really surprised me since I have only taken care of him twice since he's been here and he's not exactly compos mentis if you KWIM. So now everytime he sees, hears, or possibly even smells me he's hollering my name and begging me for food, beverages, and cigarettes! Why, he's my new BFF!! He may want to move in or something! "Hey, honey, this is my new BFF Homeless Dude, he's gonna be living in the garage for a spell." LOL!!
So that's the story of my Random Act of Kindness. Don't let this happen to you!
We have this homeless gentleman on our unit who was admitted a few weeks ago with liver and kidney problems related to ETOH (alcohol to you laypersons), and the clothes that he was wearing when he came in through the ER have been festering in a couple of plastic bags ever since. He has been worried about getting his clothes clean so yesterday I took them home to wash. I was gowned, gloved, and masked (really, I was, I'm not crazy) as I gingerly opened the bags--and yet still the stench nearly made me ralph! His underpants can only be described as foul. You do not want to know. I threw them away, along with his socks, and washed the remaining items not once, not twice, but three times, the third time presoaking them in a whole gallon of Petzyme, lol, in an ultimately futile attempt to get some of that funk out. Finally I tossed everything in the dryer and went to bed. My DH informed me when I got up that the aroma of those clothes cooking in the dryer literally drove him and his sons out of the house! Now my whole downstairs reeks of Eau de Homeless Dude!! Even the cats won't go downstairs! Just kiddin', it's not really that bad, but you know how sometimes a smell just gets sorta stuck in your nose? It's like that.
Anyway, his clothes are clean (if not fragrant) and my DH and I threw in some underwear (DH's, not mine, LOL), socks, a pair of sweatpants, and a couple of warm shirts so the poor guy will have something to put on when he's streeted again after the MDs are done tweaking him back into a semblance of health.
The capper is that when I brought him his stuff back tonight, he goes, "your name's Mary, right?" which really surprised me since I have only taken care of him twice since he's been here and he's not exactly compos mentis if you KWIM. So now everytime he sees, hears, or possibly even smells me he's hollering my name and begging me for food, beverages, and cigarettes! Why, he's my new BFF!! He may want to move in or something! "Hey, honey, this is my new BFF Homeless Dude, he's gonna be living in the garage for a spell." LOL!!
So that's the story of my Random Act of Kindness. Don't let this happen to you!