The day after Max busted his humerus bone. He had to go to the toilet to do a poo. He hadn't done one for days, all the painkillers and medication he was on really clogged him up. We were waiting for the nurse to bring a bedpan, because getting up from the toilet was really difficult for him. The problem was he couldn't wait. The only choice was for him to go to the toilet. He had a toilet raiser but it was not helpful he still couldn't lift himself from the seat, he had no strength and a busted shoulder. If you gotta go you gotta go! So I took him to the bathroom I figured I could help him up when he was done. I put a cushion behind his back so he was comfortable, he was skin and bones everything needed padding. He called out when he was done and I went in to help him up. Only problem was, I couldn't. The toilet is right in front of the bathtub with not much space in between. I tried to pull him up my arm under his good arm and the other under his bottom. I couldn't do it. I got into the bathtub, but I had no grip, I couldn't pull him up. He was getting frustrated and I didn't know what else to do. I sat on the edge of the bathtub, trying to work out how I could get him. I told him I would have to call for help.
And then all of sudden, the hilarity of it all dawned on us. There was Max stuck on the toilet after doing a bog. We both just cracked up laughing. "Well babe sorry I am going to have to leave you there, like forever!" We laughed. After catching my breath from laughing I had another attempt to get him up. 1, 2, 3 heave YAY! I got him up. I then wiped his bum.
"Babe you know this just proves your true love for me. You really have to love someone so much to wipe their arse after a poo." Max said. "Ha, yes" I laughed. "Would you wipe my arse ?" I asked. "Of course I would" was his reply.
I am just glad that some days (not many, but some days) no matter how difficult they were, we could get a chuckle out of them.
So would you wipe your dying husbands bum? (You don't have to answer that)