Soiled?

There are a few observations I have made while staying here at Chateau Foothills. One of them is the overuse of the word "soiled". It appears three times on the unit which I reside. 

The three instances are: Soiled Holdings, Soiled Linen and Soiled Pads. I understand the reasoning for the labelling, being that this is a hospital. But to me, the word soiled is to be used in the case of the Code Brown. Code Brown for those unfamiliar with the code system in the hospital is a hazardous material spill. Brown and hazardous material points to the most vile of human excretions. Yep, I'm talking about poop. 

The term used on this unit is obviously geared towards the body's form of pregnancy related paraphernalia and the various residues therein, rather than poo. Let's face it, walking around this unit in bare feet (yes, I do this since the floor is washed almost as much as the one in an OCD sufferer's house. And I am too lazy to consistently put on socks) can be treacherous, especially with the ladies labouring and pacing the hall. I wouldn't say the floor is soiled if the labouring lady's water breaks along my path to the kitchen. I would say it's more like a slippery watery mess. Or wet clean up on Unit 41A. 

I am also fairly certain that my linen and the linen of the other patients are not covered in poo. Maybe sweat because it's like a hot house in here. Seriously, I am thinking about doing some gardening on my window sill. Or cooking a steak.  I would associate soiled linen with geriatrics, paediatrics and those with communicable diseases. Soiled Holdings just sounds like a scam Bernie Madoff came up with, to launder money in plain sight. But here, there is a whole room dedicated to the soiled linens waiting to be processed. A gross, probably poorly paid and under-appreciated job. 

The coup de gras, in my mind, is the sign on the back of the washroom stall door, suggesting to the dimwitted to wrap their soiled pads prior to disposal. No shit. No one wants to see that. Again, not soiled, but definitely not something that an unsuspecting roommate or cleaner needs to have infesting their eye holes. Aside from a girl going through puberty or a socially inept bachelorette who has no hope of ever having anyone in her bathroom at "that time of the month", there is positively no need for a sign like this. Of course societal rules clearly state that all signs of this nature are geared toward the lowest common denominator.