Mr. Guyon Gaspard is a man of keen mind, an advanced age he retains all times a sense of shared wonder: what makes it endearing, despite his bad faith and bad temper. We met last week to hospital emergency, our beds were separated by a curtain and I had every opportunity to hear the conversation he had with himself, with staff and still one that concerned him. As chance would we re-croisions Friday during my stay in the observation unit where again we were almost neighbors. But for almost all days my stay in this unit it was the exhibitionist and pretended to be dead. He only ate dessert and was reluctant to take medication. He even ran away once, but he quickly caught up.
This is one of the episode on which brightened my first day emergencies. Kidney pain prevented me from laughing, but her heart was there.
Mr. Gaspard is sometimes lying on her bed in her nightgown, but it never lasts long. The nightdress is concerned that the hospital provides, with an opening in the back. Personally I kept my underwear and have managed to reach the small press stud located at waist level. While Mr. Gaspard has obviously taken literally the words of the nurse. He undressed. Completely and did not reach the small button pressure. And as he bored in bed alone, sometimes-very often he gets up and comes to say hello to his neighbors, or else he chatted with the nurses behind the counter, my box located at front desk Nurses, I admire every opportunity Mr. Gaspard, in the simplest unit cell side. And see that this old man is all that is most uninhibited. When walking with his shirt open at the back you'd see a giant butterfly. Systematically
nurse returns to her bed, despite the remonstrance shown by the patient. Together eventually find a compromise: they install a wheel chair at the entrance of the box of Mr. Gaspard, so that it can observe what is happening in the corridor if it rises more. He stands so straight as an I, supported by his cane near her chair, and discussed. With whom? I do not know.
Finally a young nurse arrives and tells him that he must go to stool.
"A seat? Oh no then! me the horse I like them cooked, I do goes nowhere at this hour ....!"
"No sir, do not you ride in the saddle, but you go poo!"
"Really? no, I think not ... I do not want there ... "
" But I must. And I'll lead you to the toilet, it you really do not flush as it should so I can see your stool to check that there is no blood. "
" So there it is the first time I poop a girl ...."
"No sir, I'll leave you alone, you're shit, you go to stool, and you call me when you're done."
"Why? You really are a funny girl, you. You said, I think ... and not very well fleshed on top of that ... my faith ..."
"For me to see your stool ... Sir Guyon is important."
"... and if I want to?"
"... and Ben is the same price. If you want to cure and from here, I must. You are here for emergencies, because you have an ulcer, so I have to control your urine and your stool. "
"Oh! But my ulcer is not my shit is in the belly ...."
The nurse caught him gently and led him to the toilet located a few meters from his box.
Time passes.
Time keeps passing, and the nurse a little worried. She approaches the bathroom door, calls again and finds the same time the door is closed. I learn that this is not a problem because obviously it has a password.
"Sir Guyon? Everything okay?"
Still no answer.
The girl takes out his key and opened the door. It introduces
head into the small toilet.
"Everything okay?"
"Yeah, I was on the point, you stopped me on my swing, now must start all over again! "
" Why do not you answer? "
" Because I was shit! "
" Super. "
She closes and you hear the lock turn behind her.
Again the time password.
emergencies are uncommon today, and quiet.
So we could hear the noise problem without hunting from the toilet.
Mr. Guyon comes out, all gay and cheerful.
The nurse stands in front of him in the background is barely visible in the noise of water flowing ends.
"You're flushed!"
"Yeah, I'm still not a pig!"
"I asked you not to flush, so I can see your stool!" Mr. Guyon
Gaspard was already half installed in his bed, because he says he is cold and sleep.
The nurse monitors.
"Sir Guyon, he'll have to redo your poop!"
"Oh no, it's me once a day since forever, will have to wait!"
"But ??!!! I was watching your stool, Sir Guyon, I told you!"
"Ah ... but if you really want so I'll describe my shit, oh la la ...
so it was like shit, a little ....."
The nurse is already behind the counter and held his head between his hands .... she can not hear the description of Mr. Gaspard droppings.
Me yes.
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