If my arms become to short to wipe my butt...please...please just shoot me...put me out of my misery!
The 15th time the bell went off ....for the butt wipe queen I wanted to call it quits...but I pasted that silly smile on my face and did my job....how pleasant is it to do this over and over. How does anybody live??? I get one or two of these type of patients a week. If this is any indicator of the Obesity Crisis in America, I can swear that there really is one.