I took a basin of hot footwater, put it in front of my husband's heels, and picked up my left trouser leg that was close to me, and then my right trouser leg. I suddenly remembered a detail and was ashamed.
My husband is a hemiplegic patient with right-sided hemiplegia and speech impairment. Due to the disease, intestinal peristalsis slows down, coupled with less exercise, and often constipation.
Every time I pooped was very difficult, I wore plastic film gloves, smeared some paraffin oil on my fingertips, put it into his anus, and pulled out his stool.
I finished eating at noon today. He got up from his chair, looked at me, and said, "Hurry!"
I knew that he was going to defecate and that it was too late to go to the bathroom, and that he had poor control after he was sick.
I immediately ran into the kitchen next to me, picked up the trash can, came to my husband's side, hurriedly undressed his pants, and pointed the trash can to his anus, and the thick and mushy poop just fell into the trash can.
I was relieved and took a deep breath. It's good that I didn't pull it into my crotch, otherwise I would have had too much work behind.
I've been pooping up to my crotch for an unknown number of times, and I'm used to it, but I try not to get myself in trouble.
My husband may have finished pulling, so I asked him, okay, he said okay, I wiped his anus, lifted his pants, tied the feces in the trash can with a plastic bag, and put it at the door. The windows were opened again for ventilation.
Then the husband, as usual, walked in the room with a crutch from the living room to the door, then from the door to the bedroom, then to the living room, and walked back and forth. I sat on the couch and watched TV for a while. I went for my lunch break.
I'm also taking a nap on the couch at this point, then reading a book and seeing what to cook for the night.
I was going to make the noodles, so I went to mix the noodles, picked the vegetables, and soaked them in a basin. Take out a piece of lamb from the fridge.
When it was almost time for dinner, I went to wash the dishes, kneaded the dough again, rolled it into a pancake shape, smeared it with oil and covered it with a plastic bag.
Wash the vegetables, cut them well, and start stir-frying. After the food is fried, I will go and tell my husband to get up.
Dress your husband and help him up, he is going to go to the bathroom to urinate.
After peeing, I washed his hands, and after washing his hands, he said it's broken!
As he spoke, he stepped back and approached the toilet. I thought he was going to poop, so I helped him unload his pants. As a result, he sat on the toilet and sat for a while, he said okay, I helped him up, and when I looked, I didn't pull anything.
Lift his pants for him, help him to the dining room table, he looked down at his pants, hummed, I don't know what to say, I thought he said that he didn't hold back his urine just now, peed into his pants, and said, it's time to eat, it's trouble to change your pants, I'll find you a towel to pad, anyway, the front is wet, and the back is not wet.
So I went to the bedroom and found a dry towel and put it in his crotch, and my husband sat down obediently and sat down at the dining table.
After washing my hands, I hurried to the kitchen and started cutting and pulling the noodles.
After dinner, as usual, my husband went to the sofa to watch TV.
It's almost time to go to bed, and I'm going to give him a hot water on his feet.
After boiling hot water and pouring it into the basin, it was brought to his feet, first picking up the trouser leg close to my left side, and then picking up the right trouser leg, I felt how slimy my hands were, and it turned out to be poop, wow, it turned out that my husband had a yellow-brown stool sticking to his leg and stomach.
I suddenly remembered that before dinner, he bowed his head and said what was wrong in his pants, and I didn't know what he was talking about, because he had already pooped, so he thought that he was wet, and it was troublesome to change his pants, so I put a towel on him.
It turned out to be pooping and pulling into the pants. I had a troubled expression, but my husband didn't say anything.
Harm, how uncomfortable this should be, the stool is in the pants, and my husband is sitting there watching TV in pants with poop for two hours.
I couldn't feel guilty, my husband told me, and I didn't check it carefully, so I thought it was because he was wet, and his pants were a little wet, so just put a towel.
Hurry up and stop washing your feet and go to the shower. When I took off my pants in the shower, I felt very guilty when I saw that there was not only a pile of poop inside, but also in the crotch of my pants, and he was sitting in the crotch of his pants with watching TV.
My husband is my dearest person, although he is sick, I don't want to lose him at all, people are here, the home is complete, I have a companion. You can also talk. The child comes back with a complete home.
I take care of him every day, and I don't feel hard, I feel that I am more than enough, and I am much luckier than those lonely old people who have no wife.
Today it's all to blame for me being careless. I carefully bathed my husband in hot water, injected soap several times, rinsed it clean, and thoroughly washed his perineum and buttocks. I changed the sheets and clean pajamas to make up for my mistakes today.
Alas, this is a bit of my life, let me tell you, don't bother me. There is a story of a hemiplegic patient at home. #hemiplegic husband# #guilt# #我要上头条#
