Actually, for the year, I think.
One of our rather unpleasant frequent fliers was brought in because he was sleeping on the sidewalk outside his favorite bar. This man is a filthy, stinky, cursing, aggressive, piss-soaked, racist, evil bastard. He comes in two to three times a week, mostly for being passed out in public, and occasionally because he falls and needs something sutured up or x rayed.
When EMS wheeled him in we knew he had to be even more foul than ever--they were wearing full masks and plastic outfits. Not only was he full of piss, he was coated in shit in various stages of drying. He stunk to high heaven.
I was floating, and it wasn't terribly busy, and I have a cold. So I can't smell very well. I decided to clean him up--while he was too out of it to object.
I put him on a sheetless gurney, I suited up in double plastic gowns, shoe covers, triple gloves. I amassed supplies and wheeled him into our decon showers. And then I cut all his clothes off (including his MAGGOT ENCRUSTED VOMIT SOAKED SWEATER), removed his poop-covered shoes and decontaminated his disgusting claw-feet using ERnursey's stink-foot-in-a-bag technique, covered his naked body in soap and bicarb and hosed him down. I scrubbed all the crusty shit off of him as he lay there making drunk noises. (And for all you "drunks are people too" folks out there--the showers are indoors and the water was nice and warm.)
And you should have SEEN what came out of his belly button. It was like a freaking hockey puck or something. Seriously. I broke a little bar of soap in two and used it to dig the fossilized mung out of his navel. If I could have reached my phone, I would have taken a picture of it for you, but my phone was back at the nurse's station with my stethoscope and my bat utility belt.
Anyway, he was nice and clean and dry, and the patient relations people brought him some clothes from the clothes bin. AND shoes. And he actually didn't smell anymore.
But he sure did the next day when he came back covered in shit again. Sorry, my good deed for the year is done. Someone else can clean him up.