My nurse before surgery
Right after COVID began to fill the news, I found myself in the hospital. Terrible times, everyone acted afraid until days later the negative test came back, so the surgery was scheduled.
I had several nurses during that period, I was there for 16 long miserable days, then finally scheduled.
One nurse I had was a rather plain woman about 30 or so, a bit heavy, but really nice. I liked her the most, we talked about everything.
The day of the surgery she came in and told me she had to bathe me, I told her I could do it myself but she said no, since my entire body had to be as sterile as possible since they were going to open me up.
First it was some red stuff, she spread that all over me from my shoulders to my feet. Then she rinsed that off, and began to soap me up. When she got to my groin I could not help but react, and I apologized. She told me it would be a very long time before I would see any action, "action" is the word she used, and she said she would be happy to help me out if I didn't mind. Some say it never happens in hospitals, I say it does. She gave me a glorious hand job while soaped up head to toe, then she rinsed me off, plastered that red stuff all over me again, and rinsed that off. When I woke up back in my room, there was a note telling me she enjoyed meeting me. Sadly, I never saw her again, I was sent home two days later and those were her days off.
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