There was a little blind and nearly deaf guy admitted to the nh I was working at. His family had him at home, and really tried to take care of him, but he was like a little x-ray in a gown, with decubs everywhere, and getting worse. PT was dealing with wound care, but he had some sort of irritation to his member. OK....deaf and blind guy, and I've got to put ointment on his member. I certainly didn't want to go in and flip his gown up and start lubing him up...
I went in, and let him know I was there- and that I had ointment for his member (voice raised and slower than normal). He says "What?"....a bit louder "I've got salve for your member'...... " WHAT?"..... "I"VE GOT SALVE FOR YOUR D*CK"...." O-KAY"..... I then had to go out to the pod (20 patients' rooms per pod with a sitting area and skylight) where one of the regular visitors was sitting with her loved one.... She just looked at me and smirked, then cracked up....
Sometimes ya gotta say it so they understand, even if it's not correct by 'Tabers'...
