I spent a week in hospital pretty fucked up from a crash a long ways back. Lots of dirt and sweat sp they wanted me to have a shower...I was not confident I could pull that off (broken collar bone, hefty concussion, battered all over, and full of the drugs) and asked what sort of assistance I could get? They sent one my "uncles" (you know the ultra close family friends) from my childhood who worked there as an orderly. "I can't remember the last time I gave you a bath poodle..." well he wheeled me to the shower and waited patiently outside but did offer to help of I needed it, which I took up when it came time for towelling down. That was not an easy job with only 1 arm and all the fur.