Saga of the spongebath

The caretaker shows up last night carrying a towel and says "I get (you) ready" and she prepared to put on my nightgown, and I said, "No. I was supposed to get a shower. Give me a sponge bath." and she said, "I wipe off some" and I said, "No! a spongebath!" and she said, "No can give to person in wheelchair. Have to stand up some!" and I grabbed a pen and a blank sheet of paper and said, "I want that in writing, and she said "I get help," and so she called Rita, and Rita seemed to have a handle on the situation, and she arranged to give me a good spongebath, and then I insisted that I wanted my hair washed, and that was a totally revolutionary idea to them, and they had no basin or bucket in the entire building, and so they wanted to put shampoo in my hair and just wipe it out with wet towels, and I refused to let that happen. so finally I got them to just wash my hair in the trashcan.