I honestly cant remember ever having to wipe lefty...
however, once, in my granpa's final weeks I had to help him wipe, while holding him up above a toilet at Mayo Clinic and it was a nightmare....However looking back on it, and us laughing (one of the last laughs we shared) I can't help, as gross as it sounds, to feel like the poo on his hands was part of the glue that bonded us together.
Last edited by Flasch186 : 12-15-2006 at 08:38 AM.
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