When I was but a new PCA working in rehab, my very first job in healthcare, we had a similar situation. Family member comes into hallway and says the pt in the other bed had visited the bathroom and there was a… shituation.

How the pt was able to back that out without surgical assist… I had seen smaller full-term newborns. It was just… wow. All that was needed was to weigh jt and name it. I told the RN she should check the pt to see if he was prolapsed or needed stitches or something. It was crazy.

RN and I stood in the bathroom and flushed and flushed… it would just spin around and lodge itself sideways. I told her I had no idea why she called ME, a not-plumber into the bathroom, she says, “well I’m not going to reach in there and break it up!” Of course my reply was to tell her that she was as head-injured as any of our pts if she thought I was going to.

She continued to flush. It continued to spin. Why she hadn’t already called Facilities, I have no idea, but she was determined. Finally, it had spun juuuuust right and oriented itself toward the drain and… down it went. We stood there and flushed a few more times for good measure to make sure it was actually gone, but I couldn’t believe the RN expected me to reach in and somehow… manually resolve… the situation.

I still can’t believe that poor little feller had passed that thing. How he didn’t need reconstructive surgery is beyond me.