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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