I am still recovering from the nausea I felt after seeing a new patient at a local nursing home today. The poor man is bedridden, has numerous infected bedsores and is on IV antibiotics. What disgusted me the most was the fact that his finger nails are not only longer than mine, they were absolutely filthy. Whether it was feces or food, it turned my stomach. To make matters worse, the staff left his lunch tray and didn’t bother to wash his hands before letting him eat a meal that contained finger foods. After doing what I could for him, I left to visit the social services office, which was empty. Having left my card, I left the facility and now find myself pondering what my next move will be.