Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Things that Gross me Out (Man)

Yuck and double yuck - it's just happened, hence this post. I had  just popped the first teaspoon of my daily probiotic yog(h)urt into my mouth (they really work, BTW) when I felt it and gagged. The baked-on piece of food that the bloody dishwasher failed to deal with. Apart from the fact that I have no idea what it once was, it's been in someone else's mouth. Aarrgghh! I almost threw up! Although it was probably regurgitated by a member of my immediate family, I do NOT want it in my mouth.

Another thing that makes me gag is poo on my hand. Fortunately it doesn't happen with much regularity these days but in the wiping-baby-bum days it was almost a daily occurance. You'd think after three of the little blighters darlings, I'd have developed some resistance, but no. Vomit I can deal with till the cows come home, despite the revolting smell, but poo - not a chance. I have even resorted to Latex gloves to deal with particularly messy explosions. Fortunately the Ball & Chain and I are the gross-out Yin and Yang. He runs a mile if the kids even look like they have an upset stomach but can cope with limitless amounts of poo with nary a wrinkle in his nose. Bless.

Then there's dust. Not your regular "Good god, I must get the duster out" stuff that lines shelves, window sills and pretty much every flat surface in our house. No; that I can handle, perhaps because it's light and fluffy. The dust that grosses me out is in the vacuum-cleaner variety. For some reason it always seems heavier and more, how shall I put it?, granular. That's probably because, I read recently, about 90% of it is dead human skin cells.  Aaarrrggghhh! On my hands when I have to empty the bag. And don't even mention those bagless ones, 'cause you still have to get the dead human skin cells out somehow.

Does this make me sound like I have a problem? It's only three things, after all. I'm not mad am I?

Please tell me that things gross you out too.

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25 comments:

Fab, feisty and fifty... said...

mmmm...interesting theme...things that make you gag...

well part from the obvious...l would say the texture of cold porridge, custard, rice pudding...boiled milk

when pregnant, ciggie buts, bird poo ...

people eating with their mouth open..


urghh..

sazx

Pixie said...

the top of my gross-out meter is snot and boogers or any sort of snorting/sniffling/hocking sort of noise. Remember that booger-sucker bulb thingy that the hospital gives you when you have your baby? That thing alone, even without using it, is enough to give me nightmares.

Heather said...

I know what you mean about poo. I can deal with just fine on other people, I can wipe it up, without any worries but get some on me and I am fighting back the urge to running around screaming and scrub my hand till it bleeds!

Clippy Mat said...

you know those nasty commercials about toenail fungus where the horrible monsters are hiding under toenails? that just makes my stomach hurl.
bleeaaacchh.
;-(

Mrs Baum said...

I'm with your husband, Expat. I pick up dog poo (in the bag!) every day so it's no big deal, but last time I tried to clear up a vomited-on sheet I had to run out to throw up myself!

Other things - cold dregs of tea (I hate tea at the best of times. Husband does not get kissed if he's been drinking the stuff), and off milk. Yeuch.

Expat mum said...

You lot are all just weird!!! Actually, growing up, there was such a thing about noisy eaters, clicky jaws etc. that we had to have the radio playing at meals times. Even now, if you scrape a knife too loudly, everyone cringes and makes loud complaining noises.

nappy valley girl said...

Off milk makes my stomach turn, and mould on food. Not a big fan of poo either - luckily my husband has a very poor sense of smell so if he's around I charge him with dealing with stinky nappies. And I hate loos that smell as if someone's just had a big dump. Ugggh.

Expat mum said...

Ugh - just remembered - Warm toilet seats! Aarrgghh!

deer baby said...

I quite like looking at all the crap in my hoover bag when I throw it away. It satisfies me that if it's in there then it's not in my house! I'd quite like one of those transparent Dyson's so I can see it all.
Am I weird?
My top gross out things are the thought of dust mites in my duvet, the thought of tapeworms, and the gunk in the dishwasher. Poo and sick I can handle. Literally.

Jenny said...

I pretty much agree that all the above things, some more than others. But my all time cringe/gag worthy thing are nails. Finger nails, toe nails, doesn't matter. Well kept ones are not the issue, of course. It's unkempt nails that make me shutter. And nail injuries *freak*me*out: bent back nails, ripped off nails, war/scary movies that have torture scenes involving nails.... just thinking about it gives me shivers and I can feel the bile in the back of my throat.

It all goes back to watching Twin Peaks as a child, when Special Agent Dale Cooper pulled little letters (clues) out from under the nails of the victim. Those tweezers being inserted further and further and seemingly further in. OMG.

O. the expat mom said...

OMG, why did you tell that thing about the dust. 90%, NOOoooooooooo! I wish I never ever EVER knew about that!

If I Could Escape . . . said...

I just love how your posts bring out the best in your readers!! LOL For me, it's hair. Yuck, eww, hurl!!

Crystal Jigsaw said...

Totally agree about the hoover stuff, ours gets blocked regularly with dog hairs. Sick. That's what grosses me out. I hate sick. Dogs, kids, adults. Any. I feel sick just thinking about it.

CJ xx

cymruangel said...

With you on noisy eaters
Putting the bins out is horrible - I only have to catch the slightest whiff and I gag like mad.
Also the thought of touching my eyeball (or anyone else's, for that matter) has me instantly squirming and is why I can't wear contacts.

Tattie Weasle said...

Vomit grosses me out and it's been interesting here as the Winter Vomit Bug is currently in situ.....Oooh yuk sorry must leave can hear various degrees of heaving from upstairs room..........

Expat mum said...

If I ever win a bloggy competition it'll be for the weirdest commenters. I thought I had some strange peeves....

Pam said...

You are completely mad as a hatter. Only kidding. I CANNOT share food with anyone and would barf if you made me. Hate ice tea and hummus and vomit.

diney said...

When my daughter was much younger she was horribly, lumpily, smellily sick before she could get out of bed and it was all over the duvet.....I can still remember how I just wanted to throw up at the smell, the sight, and what the heck to you do with so much puke.....scrape it off down the loo (with what?) ... ergh!! I think I gingerly took the duvet cover off and threw it in the dustbin (non recyclable of course!). Also the bottom of the bin is gross with all that runny, squidgy mess that has leaked out of the cheap black bin liner, and anyone eating with their mouths full just makes my stomach heave. Oh yes, and seeing my dog run around the field with a dead bunny rabbit hanging from his mouth is fairly gross (for the rabbit, too).

Mwa said...

You do have a problem. So do I. For me, it's the dirty dishes and the dishwasher. HATE it. Just too dirty for words. But the poo I can handle. :-)
Oh, and animals. Any kind. Dirty little buggers.

Smitten by Britain said...

I can handle poo and puke, it's the sight of blood that makes me oozy. Me and Doc. Martin.

Expat mum said...

This is hilarious. And thank you diney - I've just had my breakfast!!!

Brighton Mum-Teenage Angst said...

I can take the poo and the puke. Mine, and please tell me I'm not totally weird, is the *gunk* in the shower/bath drainhole. For some reason it makes my stomach turn. When you start to pull out the hairs you can see, then all the rest comes up attached to it...yuk! there goes my stomach!

A Modern Mother said...

Any kind of sulfur smell!

I love thse yougurts!

Johno said...

Poo is just nasty in any form and on anyone. It is not meant to be ON people. It is really OK to be totally freaked out by that. At least it is OK by me.

Mrs Baum said...

Oh, I can cope with hoovers and hair no problem. Even cleaned out my mother in law's bath plug hole once, which was not a pleasant experience.

My husband doesn't do eyes either. I tried contacts once and he couldn't be anywhwere near me when I was inserting or removing them. And when one of them moved off my pupil round to the side... if it hadn't been so uncomfortable I'd have chased him round the house with it!

My dog eats other animal's poo. That's pretty gross. Especially when you have to be in the same car as him afterwards, driving along with with windows open to try to not have to smell his breath... lovely!

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