In other toilet news…*edit*

Over the last few years, I have developed a very odd habit:

I must clean the toilet in which I am about to throw up – before I throw up.

It’s very backwards and doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, I know.

Besides, who has time to wipe down a toilet with a Clorox wipe before throwing up, right?

I guess I do.

I have always had an above average ability to control my urge to vomit…I can usually talk my self out of throwing up at any given time by just telling myself to wait a little longer. This skill comes in fairly handy when I am someplace where there is no decent place to barf.

And I am also able to usually stave off any such notions until I am in the comfort of my own home, wherupon I can wipe down the toilet beforhand.

I think the trend began back a couple years ago when I had a terrible cough that was so terrible when I coughed I regularily coughed so hard I would throw up.

And so sometimes in anticipation of such an act, I would head to the bathroom.

And then I would get to the toilet and see something nasty lurking somewhere on the outside, edge, or bowl of the toilet that would immediately trigger my gag reflex and I would throw up whether I meant to or not.

So as I was preparing to have to vomit anyway, I would grab a clorox wipe in the midst of deep, painful coughs and wash down the toilet.

So now I do it all the time.

And I have a very poor gag reflex. I can throw up for no reason simply if I look into a toilet (like if I am about to scrub it or something).

So nowa days if I feel the need to vomit (like I did the other day after a work party at my boss’ house) I throw my hair in a pony tail, take my shirt off, grab the clorox wipes that I have hanging by either of the toilets, wipe it down, get on my knees, and let it go.

All with very little mess, or damage to my outfit or hair.

I threw up again later that night when Chewie was home. I was playing Tetris on the Wii. I mentioned several minutes before hand that I had to throw up. He offered to play in my absence. I told him I could finish the game fine. Then when I died, I went through my ritual of taking off my shirt, throwing my hair back, and cleaning.

Then I threw up.

Then I felt better.

Just thought that since I was on the subject of potty talk, I would mention this oddity.

*edit*

Hm. I guess I needed to make it more clear why I was throwing up so often? I guess I hadn’t looked at it as it was often but…

Needless to say, don’t you guys throw up for any other reason than drinking too much? Even in my party days I didn’t throw up from drinking. Ever.

But I threw up after the little shin-dig at my boss’ house because I ate some queso dip from Chili’s that had been sitting out for a while and it upset my stomach. I started to feel ill at my boss’ house but was able to calm my stomach until I got home. Well, a couple hours later my stomach started to hurt again so I threw up again. (Trust me guys, I work at a Treatment center. The last thing we do when we get together is drink).

Prior to this inncodent after the party, I hadn’t thrown up in a long time. But this situation reminded me of my odd habit so I wrote about it.

Oh, and…if you looked at me you would know I don’t vomit because I suffered from bulimia. And if I did, I would really suck at it cuz it ain’t working.