If God would give the world an enema, this is where he'd stick in the hose.

Ever been someplace unpleasant? Sure you have: a bathroom that needs cleaning, a restaurant with crappy service, a room full of hyperactive kids, Newark Airport; the list is endless.
The title of this piece arose out of one of my clinical locations when I was in school learning how to become a nurse. I was attending a small State College in Pennsylvania. Pocono Medical Center was right next to our campus, and served as a clinical site for many of our classes, but it was not a huge place, and some of us got farmed out to other sites.
Stroud Manor was a nursing home that was across the street from the medical center. Our initial impression of the place was not the least bit positive. When we walked through the door, our noses were assaulted by a strong smell of urine. There were very few staff, and the patients did not seem to get much in the way of care. They did not seem to mind, though, and we soon found out why.
I had never heard of Belladonna and Opium suppositories, but they were a frequently-used product at Stroud Manor. Basically, the residents were being drugged so that things could be managed with minimal staff.
From our perspective, the residents were being neglected, and we were free labor for the owners. As a group, we wanted to refuse to go back, but the only thing this was likely to accomplish was a failing grade for each of us. We reluctantly stuck it out, although none of us felt we really learned anything from working there. That being said, we did out best to provide good care for the residents when we were there. The title comes from a description of the place supplied by one of my classmates. It was pretty helpful in describing how we felt about the place, and has been useful in describing my feelings about a few other places I have encountered since then. Interestingly, I remember press reports of the nursing home getting sanctioned by the State for proving sub-standard care, and the place eventually closed. Whether or not one of my classmates was responsible for filing a complaint about them is unknown, but the negative attention the owners got was well-deserved.
So, the next time you are stuck in someplace unpleasant, ask yourself "What would God do?" You now have the answer.