Mud, Poop and Vomit
Comments (17) How do I end up with mud on my hand (and not to mention, glove, coat, messenger bag and pants) when all I have been doing for the last hour and a half is sitting on the train? When I got out of my seat to leave the train, there it was. It’s magic! Or maybe it’s not even mud…
If it was Monday, I may have been slightly annoyed, but since I was already mostly awake and chipper, I just made my way to the bathroom in Union Station to try to clean myself off. I then got out a clean pair of gloves (Because it’s totally normal to carry three pairs of gloves with you… right? Right?!) and made my way on to work.
Of course, I started thinking how the mud didn’t phase me at all, or really even annoy me, and I remembered the time when lots of things used to gross me out. Not mud, per se, but I gagged when cleaning the cat litter, gross laboratory smells in college made me sick, and nasty garbage smells grossed me out big time.
I quickly got over that volunteering at the cat shelter in Rome for 6 months. I basically cleaned around 40 litter boxes each night. I cleaned up vomit. I cleaned up non-solidified poop. I cleaned up other nasty things that sick kitties do. I got pooped on by a pigeon during a class walking tour of the Campidoglio and I didn’t get upset. I just calmly left class, walked back to the apartment, and took a nice hot shower.
The other day, I took Data on a walk and was talking to my mother on the phone. I was kind of distracted, so I wasn’t fully monitoring how much grass he was eating. We got back inside, and sure enough, Data started making his telltale deep moaning “I’m about to vomit-os” meow. I got Data to a tile surface, and asked my mom to hold on for a moment while Data threw up. I am sure she could hear him hacking in the background. She politely asked if she should let me go… because it was grossing her out. I told her he was done, but then he threw up a little bit more. Ha ha. I finally let my poor mother off of the phone after that. But I just cleaned up Data’s vomit like it was normal. I even got some on my finger by accident and totally didn’t care.
So, most things like this don’t bother me. Do they bother you?
Of course, I will say all this, but still thinks it’s DISGUSTING when someone uses a public restroom and does not flush. And sometimes, the smell of the landfill really gets to me, especially when it waifs into the train in the early morning. But mud, poop and vomit? Bring it on. Ha ha.
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