Cassandra
I shudder at the mental image.
There is no way in hell you'd pay me enough to do that.
I remember when Tarra first started at the hospital and she came home talking about the first time she had to empty one out. I had no idea what a colostomy bag was. When I looked online, to get a somewhat knowledge in the registered nurse vocabulary, horrid pictures filled my phone screen and I about puked all over the couch.
From what I gathered, whenever she has to empty out one of those things, it's basically like squeezing out toothpaste from a tube. But instead of the minty freshness paste, it's human feces.
Like I said... Hell no.
"Booty duty," I say under my breath. I let out a small laugh then offer, "Want me to make dinner then?"
With her eyes still closed, Tarra points to the b
