POOP/PEE/BLOOD/ETC. CLEANUP HORROR STORIES!

[Trevor]

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.  I'm OK now, I just mustn't cough. 

[sprite75]

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.

[Allhallowsday]

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...  

Red room redroom...nice redecorating  in that waiting room.    

[sprite75]

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...  

Red room redroom...nice redecorating  in that waiting room.    

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.