Poor Whale suffered a great indignity this morning but, it also has a funny side.
Yesterday the carer discovered that he was bleeding in an awkward place. (I’m not naming names because I don’t want to be Googled for the wrong reasons!).
She phoned her nurse ‘boss’ who proposed putting a sticky dressing on it. Not surprisingly said dressing didn’t stay put.
Today we called our own nurse to come and give an opinion and poor Whale found himself surrounded by four women all discussing his very personal problem – there was the nurse, the carer, my neighbour who helps the carer and me. He has a very swollen stomach so couldn’t see the problem himself and he had difficulty following the conversation in excitable French at nineteen to the dozen.
In fact they were talking quite a lot about the ‘boss’ nurse whom no-one likes and saying her idea was nonsense.
A few years ago Whale would have died of embarrassment but he is now more accustomed to the French way of life where people are not at all bothered about the human body. However, i still wince inwardly on his behalf when young girls manipulate his sensitive areas without a care in the world.