Where do I begin with the chain of events that have come to be my life...let just say a black cloud is currently still hovering over my head. I will sum up the last two days as best as I can....here it goes.
DAY 1:
My Tuesday began trapped in my office.....I was sitting here working and I hear a social worker screaming in the hall...mind you I am in the Psychiatic Department so this could mean a number of things..I walk out expecting to see a patient having some sort of hallucination but instead I walk right out into a poop river...yes that's right a poop river. The men's bathroom and its contents began to flow down the hall..and when I say flow- I mean current and all....how does one respond to a poop river, you may be asking yourself? Well...first- shock..as was the social worker's response, as she remained standing with her hands on her head shouting
"Oh my God, Oh my God it is going into my office!"
I stood there for a good 30 seconds registering what I was witnessing and then my instincts kicked in.
"This is a poop river", I said to myself "and its headed your way".
I then ran toward my office letting the nurse next to me know what was occurring...I think I just yelled "poop river!" and some how she knew just what to do... she grabbed some bed pads and tossed one to me to block my door with. So there I was barricaded in my office..with the door shut..awaiting to see if the poop river would overcome my blockade and slip through the crack in the door...and sure as sh$t (no pun intended) it did! And there I was trapped...with no way out. So, being in 'survival mode" I decided to arm myself with a Lysol bottle and my oil diffuser (citrus cilantro will never smell the same) which it took everything in me not to just shove those damn reeds right up my nose. So there I was...for a good half hour..trapped. I began to feverishly write everyone trying to explain what was occurring as a desperate attempt to be saved..somehow.
Finally...I hear Hannah (office diagonal to me) shouting at the cleaning crew..to keep up there morale I'm guessing so they didn't run the other way. So they vacuumed the river...and it finally reached a point where I could attempt my escape. I now fondly refer to as Escape from Poop River. One of the housekeepers kindly sees me attempting to keep my balance on the slick floor and comes over to offer me his arm..as he escorts me down the hall...waddling the whole way. Needless to say, I am still working through the trauma...I don't know if I will ever be the same.
Day 2 to follow...just when you think the madness was over.
Caption: This is a box from the room next to Amelia's which also was bombarded with poop water. Yes...that brown stuff is poop. Hot shit...literally....
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Hannah's account:
I too was shocked when I saw what was transcibing at my feet. I yelled at the janotors, as they seemed to be skirting the problem, to keep coming our way. I suppose they were a bit beyond what to so at the moment with a mere floor buffer at their command. Awaiting backup and panic mounting, two gentlemen in the office across from mine attempted to exit the office. The first one teetered, and slipped but didn't fall. Few!! Too much stress!! I was yelling at them to stop trying to get out! I tried to keep my door closed and continue working. But the odor was just too acrid. I kept opening the door to see any progress. Finally one of the doctors came out and had to see patients, as did I; we had to get out!! Around the corner finally walks a man very slowly pushing a wheel chair. We were saved! I gathered all my belongings that I would need for the rest of the day and was pushed through that poop river. Thanks to that nice man with the wheelchair.
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