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Don't plan on eating while reading or divulging stories in this thread..
If you've ever been a parent of small kids/babies, worked for a hospital, been a custodian, or something like the above then you definitely have experience in cleaning up unpleasant fluids/waste.  (or maybe animal owners!)  Let us hear your horror stories!  What was the WORST you had to clean up?  What way did you go about cleaning the mess up?

The worst I'd seen it in my years working at the hospital, was in the cardiac/catheter operating room.  Yuck.. it absolutely looked like a brutal killer did his work and took the body.  Blood EVERYWHERE.  Great big POOLS of it on the floor.  I had to take 2 full gallons of germ killer and empty them out on the floor and then take FOREVER to mop it all up.  I wasn't even supposed to work in there; I was helping someone out who was getting behind.  Yuck.

I also had a moment in the Post-op ward, where a patient pooped out part of their colon onto the restroom floor.  That didn't take terribly long to clean up but it sure was gross.

What are YOUR poop/pee/blood/etc. horror stories?

One Sunday morning about 19 years ago, my twin daughters and my wife all got hit with a stomach virus at the same time.  My poor spouse couldn't do anything but hold her stomach, groan, and stagger to the bathroom every ten minutes, usually making it in time.  My daughters, between them, soiled sixteen diapers between 7 AM and 10 AM, when I left them to the mercies of our babysitter and RAN out the door to church.  Our house smelled of poop for a week!

*Posts while eating a pie for breakfast*  :twirl: :tongueout: :teddyr: :teddyr:

The worst I get nowadays is stepping in some cat puke with bare feet.  Cold and squishy between my toes lol.  Always a wonderful way to start your day.

There is a streetlights main box on the road below my building which bypassers sometimes use as a public urinal.  :buggedout: :buggedout: I caught someone relieving himself against it about half an hour ago and told him to go pee elsewhere.

I really wish that the mains box would short out while some dumb ass was peeing on it  :buggedout: :buggedout:

Years back I was working on a horsefarm when they acquired the neighbouring property to expand the business.  Two large barns and a house.  We (the staff) were told to clean up the buildings and prep them for use.  The older barn was what is known as an 'English' barn - typical 'Old MacDonald'-style with a hip roof and large loft.  When we went up into the loft we found it dotted with mounds of human excrement.  :buggedout: Seems the previous help opted to deal with the lack of toilet facilities by relieving themselves up there.  All over the place on the loose hay.  At least they had used toilet paper - sometimes.  Piles of what looked for all the world like dog faeces crowned with jaunty little tufts of white. And we were supposed to clean it up...  :lookingup:

Another barn about the same time: it was going to be torn down for development so they were selling off the fittings: stalls, hardware and so on.  Huge horse barn (44 stalls, I think) that had sat empty for some years.  We went in to check out the wood (it was elm!) and every horizontal surface was covered three to six inches deep in raccoon poo.  The tops of walls, all the shelves, feeders, tops of doors.  It was astounding.  I have never seen anything like it.  The manager told us we'd have to clean and remove whatever we wanted to purchase, ourselves.   :tongueout:  Have to admit I regret we did not just suit up hazmat-style and dig in to get that wood.   :bluesad:

Yes, that indeed takes me back: I enjoyed working there.  :wink: :wink:

Could it be...water buffalo?

Yuck: not THAT kind of pie  :buggedout: :tongueout: - steak and kidney, actually.  :teddyr:

I should get this dude I know named Rob to come post here. He'd eat this topic up. In doing research for his graphic novel he even went out of his way to make friends with this man in Los Angeles who runs a company that cleans up violent crime scenes. Every time he does a job out there he sends pictures and descriptions to my friend, who just lives for that stuff. The rule is, if Rob tells me anything the man tells him, he might be needing his services himself. Not my thing...

I just "loved" cleaning public restrooms when kids would poop their pants and the parents would just take off their soiled garments and toss them onto the floor and leave.
Or when people would wipe and throw soiled TP in the trash.  :hatred:

I once read a post by someone extolling the hardiness of his Rolex Sea-Dweller.  He was a mechanic who worked for the Air Force, and he said something to the effect that, 'my watch has been covered in blood, vomit, grease, jet fuel and solvent, and still works great'.  All I could think of was 'poor watch!'

A business colleague and I were staying in a privately-owned apartment on trip out of town.  The conditions of stay that the place be left in good order, or a cleaning fee would be imposed.  The morning we were due to leave, I set about cleaning the shower, and noticed what looked like a large brown beetle on the white plastic flooring.  I drenched it with water to wash it down the drain, only to find that only the edges moved a bit.  After some more swishing of water, it finally dawned on me that it wasn't a beetle.  Both of us had used the shower that morning, and I don't remember having any 'loose passengers', so I'm sure it wasn't me...

When I worked at the Dairy Queen in high school, someone tossed the entire roll of toilet paper into the men's room toilet - then pooped on it!
I was NOT a happy camper that evening!

In my last year of high school (1984:  :buggedout: :buggedout:) a pushcart driver came to our school daily and sold cold Cokes and delicious warm Chelsea buns to the hungry students at break time: no cafeteria in Zimbabwe high schools, unfortunately.

After a week or so of this, my friend Aaron pulled me off to one side and told me that I shouldn't buy from the guy at all, explaining that I should stand behind the seller and see what he did before he sold the Cokes and buns. So I did so: I saw that the seller had a few large pimples on the back of his neck, which he would surreptitiously squeeze the pus out of and then covertly wipe his fingers on the bun before he handed it to the buyer.  :buggedout: :buggedout: :buggedout:

I haven't eaten a Chelsea bun since.  :tongueout: :tongueout:

That happened at my house two or three years ago - all four of us (myself, wife, and both kids) got hammered with an absolutely bruuuuuutal stomach bug in the same weekend. Fortunately we have two bathrooms in the house, cuz one or the other was "in use" by someone for two days straight. We still speak of it in tones of awe to this day, we wouldn't wish that on our worst enemy.

On a somewhat lighter note - when my youngest (who just turned 7) was small, he and his big bro used to take baths together in the same tub. This ended when he was around 2 and big bro was 5, cuz Little Guy decided to "drop a clanger" while he was in the tub. Fortunately big brother had just gotten out of the tub moments before... 

I'm really sorry about that Indy, I was young and extremely immature at the time  :smile:

LOL :teddyr: :teddyr:

Back in 2007,on Halloween,my stepson Jim took a whole mess of pills some punk gave him-to get high-and he ended up s**ting himself- he almost-ALMOST- made it to the bathroom-he had diarreha all over the dam bathroom-even on the f**king walls.
He went to the hospital and got his stomach pumped-I pumped my own stomach a few times cleaning it up. Ugh.  :bluesad:

So, I work in a restaurant.  Some customer had bad diarrhea.  They made it to the restroom, but after they went...well...they pooped themselves leaving the restroom.  It literally trailed out of the restaurant to the parking lot.  The manager was like "It's gotta get cleaned up."  I looked, gagged, and promptly said "Hey, I'm not the busboy."  And walked away.  Took the poor busboy an hour to sanitize everything.

Not so much a cleanup story, more of a discovery story ...

When I was a kid (back in the late 90s or so) there was a K-Mart in my hometown, with a Little Caesar's joint inside. One time I had to go quite badly, so I ducked inside there to relieve myself. In the first stall I came across, someone left a truly gigantic amount of fecal matter in the bowl, and tried to cover it with a BASEBALL CAP. Yes, a @#$%ing baseball cap, like they thought hiding the problem would solve it.

I never went back in that restroom again.

Technically, he could have charged extra for this, but he didn't.  I think he should be applauded.

Which team?

 :buggedout: :bouncegiggle: :teddyr: :teddyr:

It's amazing that this occurred thirty years ago: just thinking about it grosses me out.  :twirl: :tongueout: :teddyr:

Drawing a blank. Can't think of a gross cleanup story except for the common little toilet accident cleanup. When I was a teen I did leave behind a "package" on the floor in a public men's rest room on my way to a fair. This was a total emergency situation. It was either "filling" my pants or find a quick spot to unload. This men's rest room was just a tiny building with no front door and no toilets inside, just urinals. Imagine hundreds of people heading to a fair walking by the men's rest room with me squatting inside taking an emergency dump on the floor. ANYONE could have just walked in, but lucky me nobody did. Fastest dump ever.

Man, it's been years, I don't really remember.

     I worked in the Housekeeping Department at the Marriott Hotel in downtown Cleveland for a few years back in the 90's. In '95, I was assigned to work the Jaycees annual Valentine's Day Party; I noted that the older associates referred to the event as "the Jaycee's annual drink-n-drown", but I didn't discover why until the night of the event. 

     These people spent the entire evening doing three things-drinking, throwing up, and drinking some more....one woman I personally assisted in cleaning up after seven times, the last time as she was being poured into a taxi at the front entrance.

     They threw up EVERYWHERE, sparing the ceiling only by the grace of gravity.
To call the evening a nightmare would be a kindness.

     I called in sick every Valentine's Day after that.

Puke Story:
Freshman year - my roommate and the two next door to us wanted to have a party & they declared, only half-kidding, that they were bound and determined to get me drunk (I guess I came across as a prude, oh well). My roomy scored a bottle of vodka from somewhere and we drank screwdrivers in our room all night.
Now here's the thing: vodka barely affects me, as I knew even back then. (for some reason I have a crazy-high tolerance for hard liquor but not wine or beer) So they got wasted while I was fine  :bouncegiggle: BUT - the two neighbors eventually got toasted enough that it reversed gears and who got stuck cleaning it up before the RA caught us? The one who was sober enough to comprehend it  :bluesad:
The lesson I learned from that is, never be the one whose house/room the drinking happens in.

A 'cleanup' of a different sort: a story a fellow archaeology student told me.  He was on a dig in England. It was some sort of castle site and he ended up being the lucky candidate excavating a rather deep cesspit.  (Well, truth be told, he was a particularly annoying personality and none of us listening had any doubt he was assigned the task deliberately!)  The capper being that once he had slaved away and had dug down into the pit (he was quite a short individual, as well) another crew member made a point of standing at the edge and reading aloud from a recent journal article that noted pathogens had been found to endure in such contexts.  I believe the germ in question was plague...the site dated to that era.   :bouncegiggle:

 :teddyr: :teddyr:

That reminds me of the unfortunately little seen police thriller The Last of The Finest (1990) where the honest cops hide drug money in a cesspit and when the crooked politicians attempt to retrieve it: BOOM! Nice stuff everywhere!  :buggedout: :buggedout:

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When I was a CNA in training, one of the residents "finger painted" her bed rails, as we called it.  The aide training me helped clean it, but she couldn't bear to brush the resident's teeth, you see...   Because her teeth needed brushing, from eating while doing said fingerpainting.   She asked me to do it, because she tried to do it once and almost tossed her cookies, so I did.  I would hold my breath, because to brush feces out of a demented old woman's mouth, you have to lean close enough to smell her breath.

And as they said in Creepshow...   You just... Have to hold...  Yourrrrrrr....  Brrrreath!

I actually have a few good ones but anyway: when I was a kid we had a spot on the roof of this building, eventually it got silly people would shift potted plants, sofas, chairs up there but I live in a small town so there wasn't really much to do. Lots of people came to know about it and hang out there, the majority of people used to p**s straight off the roof until it became a bit revealing to our spot, instead of people taking a slash on the flat roof there was a pipe going straight down into the roof. Assuming that such a device was guarded from rain water (looking back I think somebody probably took the protective rain cover off it, it's the only thing that makes any sense) people just started using this random pipe as a urinal - the assumption was that it ran off into gutters to make sure water didn't gather on the flat roof. Just to be clear I saw people p**s in this pipes endless times (thankfully I never needed to), do you know what the pipe went to? Air. Conditioning.. To this day I don't understand how this wasn't protected against rainwater but the number of people who knew the spot seemed to have a heavier toll than your average storm. I didn't go up there for ages and then out of the blue I was arrested on suspicion of criminal damage, they kept talking about roof tiles to me (in relation to a video I made) but according to several of my friends who were also arrested they were questioned because a poor mechanic that was called into fix the AC was completely soaked from head to toe by what he described as "stale urine" when he opened up a panel in the roof, it's so bad but I still lol about that to this day

Had one last night.  I got real sick.  I barely made it home in time (walked the dog as the attack tried to work its magic).  As for making it to the restroom  and getting on the bowl in time, well, that was another story.   :thumbdown:  Some mild cleanup involved.  :bluesad:

I hope I'm not late to this thread.

Anyway, my wife and I took our older son when he was about two or three months old to a lake to visit some friends of the family.  As we got there, we decided to eat at a lakeside restaurant.  At one point, my wife had him sitting up on a table so he could look at everyone sitting there.  He was cheerful, smiling and flailing his arms, basically belying that no craptastrophe was on its way. I happened to notice a stain on the very middle of his onesie.  I thought it was dirt at first, until it started to grow.  Before long, he had this conspicuous, growing brown blot on his front.  Despite that he made no telltale grunting noises, the kid had pooped so hard that it leaked out his front.  Still he cooed and laughed as if nothing were happening.  My wife took him to a bathroom, only to discover it had no changing table, and so changed him on the counter where she was met with menacing glares from guests.  There was also a young woman a few tables away who discreetly-but-quite-audibly said that we should buy better diapers.  My wife also discreetly-but-quite-audibly said, "Thanks for the advice, random childless person!"

Right on, sister.  :teddyr: :thumbup:

I got in a car wreck in 1984. I was driving-my girlfreind Kerrie Noble (whose parents were murdered in later years) and LeAnne Sivley. was on the far left. I hit a tree with a 1964 GMC pickup.
There was so much blood coming out of LeAnnes head I took my shirt off and wrapped it around her skull.
She broke her arm,had a skull fracture. I broke both my legs and got the scar on my face I still have today. Kerrie got a minor cut on her chin.
Blood was EVERYWHERE.
That was the single worst moment of my life-I thought I killed them all.
It wasnt my truck-It was Bud Mortimore's. I went to the junk yard a year later and got my hat-I washed all the blood off it.
By the way-Bud is the grandson of the guy who Edgar Bergen named his dummy Mortimore Snerd after in Decatur,Michigan. Edgar Bergan is from Decatur-look it up.

WOAH!  Scary, but lucky!
I can't think of Edgar Bergen without thinking of Paul Winchell.

Jerry Mahoney and Knuklehead were updated versions of Charlie and Mortimore Snerd!
Bud told me that his grandpa made fun of Edger Bergen in school because he played with dolls. Guess he got the last laugh on them hillbillys.
Heres  a picture of Lugosi on stage with Paul Winchell!

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I've heard a variety of horror stories from my father, Jim Bauer, who happens to be a nurse.

Here are a few.

-A young boy came in with a severe blockage in his colon. Poor thing hasn't had a bowel movement in a long time. They removed his large intestine and squeezed the poo out of it like a tube of toothpaste and put it in buckets. And guess who got to take the buckets of feces out to the garbage! That's right, dear 'ol Dad!

-A biker who was training for the Olympics was biking down the highway at night when he got hit by a semi. His body was horribly mangled, with bones sticking out of limbs and blood everywhere. He was brought to the hospital but did not survive. Dad claims that was one of the most horrifying things he saw in his career.

Also this is irrelevant to my life but THIS GUY...

(http://web.blogads.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Noah.jpg)
(Noah "The Spoony One" Antwiler)

Had to clean poo up OFF THE CEILING of a public restroom.
I don't understand it myself.

Counter Monkey - The Toilet Pizza (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dsui0TVYk_Q#ws)

 :buggedout: :buggedout: +  :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle: :bouncegiggle:

I have never forgotten that day when Aaron told me not to buy anything from that guy: I stuck to sandwiches for lunch until the end of that school year.  :buggedout: :buggedout:

Once when doing a course at Halton I arranged to meet a friend in London the day I was due to travel home. We had a couple of hours to kill before we got our train from Kings Cross so we went looking for a pub to have a few beers. We walked for quite a bit and couldn't find one until Richard (the friend) pointed to a rather ranshackle, black door with the remanants of a mosiac on the front step that could just about be made out saying "The Flying Scotsman" and said "I think that's a pub."

I didn't fancy the look of the place, but not seeing anywhere else we went inside. It was a roughly square room with a square bar in the middle. The had four different beers on tap and a very small selection of spirits. Since the only thing on tap I recognised with Stella Artois I order 2 pints and stood at the bar. I figured we'd have one or two and then go get our train. After a couple of minutes I got a tap on my shoulder and turning round I saw a fairly attractive young woman wearing what could best be described as dental floss. She had a pint glass with some coins in at. "Ah, I thought. Its that kind of bar." In the far corner of this dingy room was a small stage. Girls would collect a few pounds and go up and do a strip tease. Anyway, we had a couple of drinks, watched a couple of dances and before we left I decided I'd best go to the toilet. I don't know if it was a unisex toilet or if they only had a gents, but the toilet had no door on it, so anything you were going to do could be seen by people at the bar if they stood in just the right (or wrong) place. The toilet itself was the filthiest looking thing I have ever seen and I decided that actually using it would be opening myself up to the risk of all sorts of diseases.

A few days after I got home I decided to look up the pub on the internet. According to the guide I found to it the toilet was allegidly the inspiration for the toilet scene in Trainspotting, although to be honest the one in the film was a lot cleaner.

(http://23thorns.files.wordpress.com/2013/06/298089_212111612189829_166762813391376_549484_1634497784_n.jpg)

That's good to know  :wink: :wink:

Ugh.. fortunately I don't think I'll have to clean this one up.. I got my toilet brush broken in the Chemotherapy restroom toilet (deep in the drain) and called the Energy Center to fix it.  They said they were busy with a leak in the interstitial area but would have a look at it.  I guess they never did.. I came in today and it was FILLED with poop.  They never even put a "Do Not Use" sign on the door.  I guess they told a nurse there that they needed to call a plumber.  I bet they could have fished the broken part out with a long pair of pliers.. idiots.

Though veterans might remember I posted about it here a year ago, my husband and I had to clean up rental property after a handgun suicide.

Fun Fact! ---> After a couple days brain matter doesn't smell very good.

When my twin daughters were about ten months old, they and my wife all got stricken with a stomach bug the same weekend.  Between 6:30 AM and 9:45 in a single morning, I changed NINETEEN diapers - and the sheets on our bed when my wife wasn't quick enough to bolt for the bathroom. To this day that morning of horrors lives on in our memories as the infamous "Diarrhea Sunday"!!!!!

I had two days of this on Saturday and Sunday: I spent more time in the bathroom than anywhere else.  :buggedout: I'm OK now, I just mustn't cough.  :wink:

Back in the mid 90s I worked at a restaurant at the mall.  One Sunday afternoon an older gentleman decided to have a diarrhoretic episode and hosed down the men's bathroom.  Took me a couple hours to clean that up.  We threw out the mop and the bucket afterwards.  I went home and took the hottest shower I could stand, twice.  I then threw my uniform in the washing machine and put it through a couple cycles with hot water before drying it.  I'm probably lucky it didn't shrink or come apart in the machine.  I believe I tossed the shoes I had been wearing after that night.

And I'm someone who grew up on a farm, but there was just something a thousand times more disgusting to me about having to clean that up.

I was not requested to clean up my own blood, but I had to share this story.  
Early one morning, I was laying on a gurney, covered only by flimsy hospital linens, awaiting surgery, hooked up to an anesthetic drip, dozing off... fully prepared for the second IV about to enter my left arm.  Somebody there made a mistake and I saw a red fountain...  :question:

Red room redroom...nice redecorating  in that waiting room.    
:buggedout: :bouncegiggle: :bluesad: :tongueout: :teddyr:

When I had my surgery last summer they had a hell of a time getting an IV started.  It didn't want to work in the left arm so they switched to the right arm.  Then after the surgery they had to switch to my left hand when the first IV quit working.  I had a hell of a bruise on my right arm that lasted for about a month until it faded away.  My dad had surgery on Monday but they had no problems with the IV in his case.