My name is Joey and I am 15 years old. When I was 8 I was hit by a car and broke my leg in a few places. I was in the hospital for a long time with a bolt in my leg and a chain holding it up while I just lay there in the hospital bed.
As you can guess, I couldn't walk to the restroom to do my business. Instead, I had to poop in a very cold pan. It was a big hassle to call the nurse down and have her pull my boxers down and put the pan under my ass so that I could poop in it. Not only was it embarrassing, but the pan was cold and it hurt my leg to have to pull myself up to get the pan under me. Also... you know when you poop and pee at the same time? Well, I would usually do that, but with nothing there to catch the pee it would go all over me and the sheets.
One day I was laying in bed. I had to poop really bad but I didn't want to have to call the nurse and go through all the stuff with the pan and everything. Sooooo... I pooped... right there in my bed. This wasn't just a little poop. It was a big turd.
Right when I pooped all over myself, someone came in to visit (of course)! I didn't know this person at all. It was some girl that had broken both of her legs in a 4-wheeler accident. We started to talk and I could tell that she could smell the nasty smell that was coming from the sheets. She didn't say anything about it. After she left I sat there soiled in my poop that was drying and getting very uncomfortable.
Then I heard a knock on the door. It was my best friend, Max, who wanted to come see me. His dad was my doctor. He asked me what the smell was and I told him it was the iodine on my leg. Then he asked what the stuff was on the upper part of my leg (which was poop) and I told him that was iodine too.
Well after talking a little he left, and again I was alone sitting in my still-drying poop. After about 10 hours, it had gotten really hard and sharp. It was stabbing my butt and my leg.
Morning arrived, and my sister came to visit me. I still had poop all over me. Right when she entered the room she could smell the poop. She asked me what the smell was. I stuttered for a minute and told her I didn't know.
She said that it was time to change my sheets (they did this everyday). So she called the nurses to come do it. In order to take the sheets off, I had to pull myself up so they could take the sheets. It hurt my leg... I hated this. But today they were in for a big surprise!
The top sheet was glued to my butt with the poop. They pulled it off me and saw the poop all over my butt and the sheets. My sister, with a disgusting look on her face, asked why I didn't tell anyone about me pooping everywhere. I said that I didn't want to use the pan.
By this time the nurses wanted to break my other leg but didn't for fear that I would have to stay in the hospital longer and poop all over the place again. So the nurses took my soiled sheets away. All the nurses left but one, who stayed behind and said that no one wanted to use the pan, and gave me her Aladdin watch in an attempt to make me feel better. But the only thing that made me feel better were the nurses cleaning my butt (which was still a little embarrassing).
After that, for the rest of the days I was in the hospital, I always used the pan.
-- Joey