First atropine, now glycopyrrolate. New medication is affecting my eyesight Preventing me from using my tobii. More recently, I vomited a volume of gluey mucus. My caregivers, default to rolling me onto my back, placing me in the vulnerable position of aspirating whatever flows up my throat. This time it was vomitus.
Fed up. Sick of hearing, "I'm sorry." Apologies don't erase the pain you inflict on me. You pull my pubic hair. Your nitrile gloves pull the hair from my head. Not once in a while but day in and day out. You turn me in a manner that suits you rather than in a manner that doesn't stress my body. Why won't you use the pad and sheet to turn me as one unit? Instead, you allow my body to twist as you hold me one-handed. How good you are at your job. What part of "my muscles are dying" don't you understand?
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