
What we do comes back to haunt us, sooner or later.
The nurse wore a clean blue uniform and black shoes. She came into my room in a whirlwind of efficiency, opening curtains, declaring it was too nice to be lying in bed. I coughed as I woke, my lungs filled with the fluids of the aged.
Her powerful hands gripped my wasted limbs, pulling me to a sitting position. I already knew how she would react. "Oh, Daniel!" she snapped, "how could you! Disgusting!" I agreed, but couldn't get the words out. A morning cough racked through me. "You really are a dirty old man." She ripped the blankets off my bed, exposing my trembling legs to the cold morning air.
I was dragged out, underwear unceremoniously pulled downwards. Her voice sneered as she filled a basin with water and disinfectant. "Why didn't you just call for a night porter, Daniel? You have no excuse. You're disgusting!" She pulled on latex gloves. Her beautiful fresh face was contorted into a look of disgust and repulsion. I couldn't blame her. I felt disgusted myself, just as awful as I felt during the night when I couldn't myself.
"Sorry, nurse," I wheezed. My voice was pathetic. I wanted to slam a wall, but I couldn't manage anything like that. "It was an accident." Her grunt was cold and dismissive. She scraped at my behind like I was a disobedient child, emotion hissing in her every breath. My shaking hands held the top of my walker as I tried not to break from the indignity of it all.
Then from my memories, unbidden, there came an image of a time long ago when I cared for my grandfather. I watched myself anew, acting then as this nurse was doing now. I treated him just as callously; I was forced to clean him when my busy social life meant he was trapped at home, unable to relieve himself.
My eyes fogged momentarily and I pulled myself upright. My arm muscles shook pathetically.
"Sorry, nurse," I said. "What we do comes back to haunt us."
She wiped her hands and regarded me coldly, her prissy mouth set into a harsh line.
"You are truly disgusting, Daniel."
Yes. I remember now.
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The nurse wore a clean blue uniform and black shoes. She came into my room in a whirlwind of efficiency, opening curtains, declaring it was too nice to be lying in bed. I coughed as I woke, my lungs filled with the fluids of the aged.
Her powerful hands gripped my wasted limbs, pulling me to a sitting position. I already knew how she would react. "Oh, Daniel!" she snapped, "how could you! Disgusting!" I agreed, but couldn't get the words out. A morning cough racked through me. "You really are a dirty old man." She ripped the blankets off my bed, exposing my trembling legs to the cold morning air.
I was dragged out, underwear unceremoniously pulled downwards. Her voice sneered as she filled a basin with water and disinfectant. "Why didn't you just call for a night porter, Daniel? You have no excuse. You're disgusting!" She pulled on latex gloves. Her beautiful fresh face was contorted into a look of disgust and repulsion. I couldn't blame her. I felt disgusted myself, just as awful as I felt during the night when I couldn't myself.
"Sorry, nurse," I wheezed. My voice was pathetic. I wanted to slam a wall, but I couldn't manage anything like that. "It was an accident." Her grunt was cold and dismissive. She scraped at my behind like I was a disobedient child, emotion hissing in her every breath. My shaking hands held the top of my walker as I tried not to break from the indignity of it all.
Then from my memories, unbidden, there came an image of a time long ago when I cared for my grandfather. I watched myself anew, acting then as this nurse was doing now. I treated him just as callously; I was forced to clean him when my busy social life meant he was trapped at home, unable to relieve himself.
My eyes fogged momentarily and I pulled myself upright. My arm muscles shook pathetically.
"Sorry, nurse," I said. "What we do comes back to haunt us."
She wiped her hands and regarded me coldly, her prissy mouth set into a harsh line.
"You are truly disgusting, Daniel."
Yes. I remember now.
oOo
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I have to wonder how difficult these 365 exercises are for you. Do you whip them out in a few minutes, get a word count and adjust a few things or do you really ponder over word choice?
Either way, the result leaves an impression even on those who haven't lived either side of this experience. Thank you.
Either way, the result leaves an impression even on those who haven't lived either side of this experience. Thank you.
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