Being a caregiver is not well suited to my irreverent personality. Standard Operating Procedure is not the norm for me.
What the heck is wrong with putting one of those musical buttons on the edge of the bedpan. That way it plays music when I put mom on it.
So what if the RC heli wars get a little out of control and someone does a semi-hard landing on mom's backside.
What does it hurt to make mom a milkshake for breakfast. It has milk, eggs, frozen OJ, and bacon bits for crying out loud. My grandkids love them.
The hospice crew are shaking their heads, Dad is looking to out fly me, mom is laughing.
Maybe I'm better at critters than people...
I have fixed a prolapsed heifer with a couple of boluses, a coke bottle, and a shoelace. I have put my arm up the butt of more than a few cows to help with a delivery. Breathed into the snotty nose of many lambs, kittens, puppies, colts, calves, and one goat. And no one raised an eye brow.
The veterinarian I worked for said, "B, If I let you do two sutures when I'm closing, will you get your head out of the operating field!"
"Throw in that old pair of hemostats and you've got a deal, Doc."