That morning, I wasn't really motivated to go to work, but what happened to me during the day was going to motivate me for the next few days.
I'm a male nurse in one of the Paris hospitals, and today I'm assigned to replace a colleague in the Rehabilitation Dept: it's going to change me from the old people I usually take care of... Especially since many athletes are staying there!
As soon as I got there, a nurse grabbed me by the arm, "Ludo, you have his age. Can you go wash the young man in room 12?"
"Uh, yes, no worries..."
I enter in room 12. On the bed, a short-black-haired man, about 25-28 years old, with a tanned complexion, who seems very hefty to me in his blue hospital gown. He watches TV.
"Hello!" I say to him, "I'm coming for your toilet..."
"Hi!" He answers me without turning his head away from the TV.
He has both arms in a cast.
"What happened to you?"
"Well, I'm a gymnast and I had a bad fall on high bars...I'm disgusted!"
"Yes, I understand! With both arms in a cast that must be really disabling..." I approach him, my basin of lukewarm water and the soap in my hands. "Are you ready for your toilet?"
"Sure! Yes, please!"
At this precise time I tell myself that nursing is really a great job ;-)
I open his gown to the waist, revealing a completely hairless and muscular chest.
"Your body shows that you're very sporty, you are well drawn!"
"Right! Fortunately with all my daily trainings..."
I take my sponge which I soak in soapy water and start washing him on the chest.
"Nobody told you? I'm allergic to any type of fiber, so if we can avoid the sponge..." He says to me, the sponge just placed on his large chest...