Stuff happens. Today is a good example. I was doing some repositioning when my g-tube (the short peg in my stomach through which I eat) popped out like a champagne cork. Of course, I had just eaten and so the entire contents of my stomach gushed out, making it look I had puked on the carpet. And, of course, I didn’t have a spare with me (hey, it’s never happened before), so I rushed home after giving a hurried and slightly embarrassed explanation to my supervisor. Fortunately, my colleagues are not the kind of people who are easily fazed. Anyway, I’m fine. Slightly annoyed, perhaps. My internal accoutrements are usually pretty reliable, but when they fail, they really fail.
On the way home, someone on the radio was saying that nursing is a hot career. “Yup,” I said to my nurse, “dealing with my effluvia is really hot.”
