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Re: Gross Out (Not for the faint of heart redux)
« Reply #90 on: November 01, 2018, 05:27:06 pm »
How gross can we be here?

After 10 days of constipation, it finally, with much wailing and gnashing of teeth, came to a head, or rather an end this morning.  Let’s just say that multiple flushings were required.  I thought of my measuring tape, but decided against it.

And that’s all I’m going to say about that.

At the moment, all I'm achieving is multiple pebble-dashings of the pan, but your post brought to mind a couple of whoppers I 'created' in the past - without being constipated [how on earth can that happen?]...

Let's just say that the things stuck up out of the water like I'd tried to flush a stick, no amount of flushing/buckets of water would get them to progress around the U-bend, and I had to resort to donning the drain-rodding rubber gloves [kept in the shed], and push the dratted things into the drains with a wodge of toilet paper.



I'm not sure which is worse: the being unable to fart without sitting on a loo, or having to wear HazMat clothing to hide the evidence!



Years ago my son invited a friend for a sleepover; they were about 7, I think--still in the cute stage.
Little Jimmy had to go to the bathroom, and he was in there a REALLY long time. I knocked and asked if he was OK, and he said, "no." I said, "Can I come in?" and he said yes. (Our door doesn't lock, fortunately, it turns out.)

He was on the toilet, straining--in tears. I didn't even know what to do except hold him. I was just about to suggest I try to dig it out when it sort of started. It was the longest, hardest poop I'd ever seen. And he was a LITTLE boy!

That poor kid! I can still feel the hot tears dripping on my arm sometimes when I think about it.
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« Reply #91 on: November 01, 2018, 07:46:34 pm »
And, why are dogs so attracted to the most disgusting things?!!

Dogs can be so gross!! I had a lab mix that liked to roll in dead things. We were out walking by a creek, and she rolled in an opossum carcass, that wasn't even as bad as when she rolled on a dead earth worm. She also liked the litter box, but her stomach did not, and she would puke that up after feasting. That was gross!

On to today...It's the time of year where farmers are harvesting, tilling and spreading manure. The smell of the manure isn't usually completely horrible, except for today. I went outside to get a shirt, and it smelled like it was spilled on the highway in front of our mobile home park, and was more urine that manure. That smell hung out for hours. I'm just glad the windows were closed. That smell was worse than skunk.

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« Reply #92 on: November 01, 2018, 10:33:16 pm »
Way back when, I read somewhere that dogs, being natural predators, have an instinctive urge to mask their body smell so prey animals can't smell them coming. I don't know if that's true, but it sounds logical (if disgusting). My family's little blonde cocker spaniel's roll of choice was dead field mice, which were plentiful as we lived on a farm. Ugh.
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Re: Gross Out (Not for the faint of heart redux)
« Reply #93 on: November 02, 2018, 09:19:49 am »
Way back when, I read somewhere that dogs, being natural predators, have an instinctive urge to mask their body smell so prey animals can't smell them coming. I don't know if that's true, but it sounds logical (if disgusting). My family's little blonde cocker spaniel's roll of choice was dead field mice, which were plentiful as we lived on a farm. Ugh.

I'd heard that, and it makes sense to me...

But surely they can smell when food has gone from "mmm, ripe" to "food poisoning here we come!"? ;)
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« Reply #94 on: November 02, 2018, 01:30:32 pm »
Way back when, I read somewhere that dogs, being natural predators, have an instinctive urge to mask their body smell so prey animals can't smell them coming. I don't know if that's true, but it sounds logical (if disgusting). My family's little blonde cocker spaniel's roll of choice was dead field mice, which were plentiful as we lived on a farm. Ugh.

I'd heard that, and it makes sense to me...

But surely they can smell when food has gone from "mmm, ripe" to "food poisoning here we come!"? ;)

Well, they happily eat poop and vomit, so their idea of what's nasty has got to be different than ours.

Which leads me to wonder - do wolves eat stuff like that too, or only domestic dogs? It seems maladaptive.

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Re: Gross Out (Not for the faint of heart redux)
« Reply #95 on: November 02, 2018, 02:14:46 pm »
Way back when, I read somewhere that dogs, being natural predators, have an instinctive urge to mask their body smell so prey animals can't smell them coming. I don't know if that's true, but it sounds logical (if disgusting). My family's little blonde cocker spaniel's roll of choice was dead field mice, which were plentiful as we lived on a farm. Ugh.

I'd heard that, and it makes sense to me...

But surely they can smell when food has gone from "mmm, ripe" to "food poisoning here we come!"? ;)

Well, they happily eat poop and vomit, so their idea of what's nasty has got to be different than ours.

Which leads me to wonder - do wolves eat stuff like that too, or only domestic dogs? It seems maladaptive.

For which I'm truly thankful! ;)

Thank you for that thought - it made me giggle like a loon for longer than necessary.
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Re: Gross Out (Not for the faint of heart redux)
« Reply #96 on: November 02, 2018, 04:36:52 pm »
The toilet stories (funny how certain things trigger memories) reminds me of a time a few years ago when my nephews from far-away state came to visit for a few days.

My DDs invited a couple of friends (who the nephews met before) and had a party. I went to bed around 11pm and the party continued until who knows when.

The next morning I woke up because one of my daughters came in to my bedroom to use the  toilet in my bathroom. She told me that their bathroom toilet was broken so they had to use mine. Followed by a group of young adults (they were all over 21 yrs old) waiting their turn.

Once everybody was done, I got out of bed, dressed, and went to check out the other toilet.

I lifted the seat lid and Oh.My.Goodness! The bowl was full to the rim. Full of TP, pee, and yes quite a bit of turds in there. Not another drop could have gone in without it overflowing.

I took the tank cover off and saw the chain from the flapper to the flusher thingamajig was disconnected. I lifted the flapper, the toilet started to drain and I stood by with a plunger thinking this is going to clog and come back up over the floor. Fortunately it did not. After some chugging it all went down. Phew!

I looked at the group and asked "Does nobody know how to manually flush a toilet?" A teaching moment ensued. ;)
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« Reply #97 on: November 21, 2018, 01:47:03 pm »
Last night, my doorbell rang.  It was my back yard neighbor.  He had one hand completely covered in bunched up paper towels. 

"Hi.  Do you have any band-aids?" he asked calmly.
"Sure," I said.  "Come on in." 

Poor man... instantly, he was swarmed by my children who wanted to know if they could put the band-aids on him, or see what he'd done to himself.  He loves my kids and is great with small ones, so he completely indulged their hugs and listened to all their stories.

Finally, I shoo-ed them out of the bathroom and asked him what happened.

"My wife's parents gave us their mandolin..." he began, and I knew what I was in for.  "And I was trying to cut homefries..."

So I applied pressure to the finger, raised his arm above his heart and calmly chatted with him while things stopped bleeding. 

"I know what you're getting for Christmas," I told him.  "A kevlar glove!" 
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Re: Gross Out (Not for the faint of heart redux)
« Reply #98 on: November 23, 2018, 02:26:32 am »
During the London Blitz in 1940 my mother, then a teenager, was working as a trainee radiographer (which in hospital terms was very low down the totem pole) in Hackney Hospital (which had only been recently and very superficially upgraded from being a Victorian workhouse infirmary and lunatic asylum). Hackney was always one of the most deprived boroughs of London, so this gig would never have been a barrel of laughs at the best of times, and also it was being repeatedly and heavily bombed.

She used to tell how, on one night when some other borough was copping the bombing in the distance, she took the opportunity to visit the lavatory during her work break. There was no paper in the lavatory, but that was normal and like everyone else she routinely carried around some pieces of cut-up newspaper in her bag for the purpose.

So there she was, seated on the throne, when the hospital power cut out. Total blackness. This was also not unusual, so she fumbled in her bag for her bits of paper, found a piece and used it. Then the lights came back on, and she found to her horror that what she had wiped herself with wasn't one of her newspaper scraps but a 10-shilling note. That was serious money back then - it must have been most if not all of her week's pay. She hesitated, but there was really no choice - she wrapped it up in the newspaper, and at the end of her shift she took it back to her digs, laundered it very carefully, pegged it out to dry, then passed it on.

I remember once - this must have been in the 1980s or early 90s - a young left-wing intellectual was holding forth to her at a party about how the "Blitz spirit" was a myth propagated  by the Establishment, and that it hadn't really existed at all. Mum said that oh yes it had, and she had been there so she should know. Ah, but you don't, said Knowall: you're middle class, you've led a sheltered life, you don't know what it was like for the workers. Mum, never given to simply ripping someone to shreds whatever the provocation, allowed the steam to escape very gently from her ears then just told him this story. He did look pale.
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« Reply #99 on: November 23, 2018, 10:55:09 am »
During the London Blitz in 1940 my mother, then a teenager, was working as a trainee radiographer (which in hospital terms was very low down the totem pole) in Hackney Hospital (which had only been recently and very superficially upgraded from being a Victorian workhouse infirmary and lunatic asylum). Hackney was always one of the most deprived boroughs of London, so this gig would never have been a barrel of laughs at the best of times, and also it was being repeatedly and heavily bombed.

She used to tell how, on one night when some other borough was copping the bombing in the distance, she took the opportunity to visit the lavatory during her work break. There was no paper in the lavatory, but that was normal and like everyone else she routinely carried around some pieces of cut-up newspaper in her bag for the purpose.

So there she was, seated on the throne, when the hospital power cut out. Total blackness. This was also not unusual, so she fumbled in her bag for her bits of paper, found a piece and used it. Then the lights came back on, and she found to her horror that what she had wiped herself with wasn't one of her newspaper scraps but a 10-shilling note. That was serious money back then - it must have been most if not all of her week's pay. She hesitated, but there was really no choice - she wrapped it up in the newspaper, and at the end of her shift she took it back to her digs, laundered it very carefully, pegged it out to dry, then passed it on.

I remember once - this must have been in the 1980s or early 90s - a young left-wing intellectual was holding forth to her at a party about how the "Blitz spirit" was a myth propagated  by the Establishment, and that it hadn't really existed at all. Mum said that oh yes it had, and she had been there so she should know. Ah, but you don't, said Knowall: you're middle class, you've led a sheltered life, you don't know what it was like for the workers. Mum, never given to simply ripping someone to shreds whatever the provocation, allowed the steam to escape very gently from her ears then just told him this story. He did look pale.


Good for your mom (explaining her experience to Mr. Knowitall). Honestly, I'd have done the exact same thing. How did she know it was her 10 shilling note instead of the newspaper? I'm guessing it had a different texture? Great story.
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Re: Gross Out (Not for the faint of heart redux)
« Reply #100 on: November 23, 2018, 12:05:23 pm »
...snip
So there she was, seated on the throne, when the hospital power cut out. Total blackness. This was also not unusual, so she fumbled in her bag for her bits of paper, found a piece and used it. Then the lights came back on, and she found to her horror that what she had wiped herself with wasn't one of her newspaper scraps but a 10-shilling note. That was serious money back then - it must have been most if not all of her week's pay. She hesitated, but there was really no choice - she wrapped it up in the newspaper, and at the end of her shift she took it back to her digs, laundered it very carefully, pegged it out to dry, then passed it on.

I remember once - this must have been in the 1980s or early 90s - a young left-wing intellectual was holding forth to her at a party about how the "Blitz spirit" was a myth propagated  by the Establishment, and that it hadn't really existed at all. Mum said that oh yes it had, and she had been there so she should know. Ah, but you don't, said Knowall: you're middle class, you've led a sheltered life, you don't know what it was like for the workers. Mum, never given to simply ripping someone to shreds whatever the provocation, allowed the steam to escape very gently from her ears then just told him this story. He did look pale.


Good for your mom (explaining her experience to Mr. Knowitall). Honestly, I'd have done the exact same thing. How did she know it was her 10 shilling note instead of the newspaper? I'm guessing it had a different texture? Great story.

See bolded above in answer to your question!

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« Reply #101 on: November 23, 2018, 03:29:53 pm »
...snip
So there she was, seated on the throne, when the hospital power cut out. Total blackness. This was also not unusual, so she fumbled in her bag for her bits of paper, found a piece and used it. Then the lights came back on, and she found to her horror that what she had wiped herself with wasn't one of her newspaper scraps but a 10-shilling note. That was serious money back then - it must have been most if not all of her week's pay. She hesitated, but there was really no choice - she wrapped it up in the newspaper, and at the end of her shift she took it back to her digs, laundered it very carefully, pegged it out to dry, then passed it on.

I remember once - this must have been in the 1980s or early 90s - a young left-wing intellectual was holding forth to her at a party about how the "Blitz spirit" was a myth propagated  by the Establishment, and that it hadn't really existed at all. Mum said that oh yes it had, and she had been there so she should know. Ah, but you don't, said Knowall: you're middle class, you've led a sheltered life, you don't know what it was like for the workers. Mum, never given to simply ripping someone to shreds whatever the provocation, allowed the steam to escape very gently from her ears then just told him this story. He did look pale.


Good for your mom (explaining her experience to Mr. Knowitall). Honestly, I'd have done the exact same thing. How did she know it was her 10 shilling note instead of the newspaper? I'm guessing it had a different texture? Great story.

See bolded above in answer to your question!

thanks!

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« Reply #102 on: February 21, 2019, 09:13:43 pm »
Well, the bathroom sink was draining really slowly.  I pulled out the plug, fully expecting to see a large knot of hair.  Instead, the plug was coated with a thick layer of slime.  And oh, the stench!  A large wad of paper towels took care of the problem, and my drain is now draining quite nicely.


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« Reply #103 on: July 16, 2019, 10:15:00 am »
Some people may not think this is gross, but I do: Inside my car underneath the passenger side, I found a dead cicada. It had to be from last summer, as the cicadas aren't out yet this year. Along with that horrible find came the thought that a live cicada had somehow snuck into my car without my knowing. If I had seen a cicada crawling around inside my car or worse yet, buzzing, I surely would have had an accident trying to get away from it. (I have insectophobia.) Thank gosh it was dead when I found it, but now I am compulsive about keeping my windows rolled up when I'm not in the car.

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« Reply #104 on: July 16, 2019, 12:34:35 pm »
^ We are all allowed our definition of gross, peony!

I'm sorry you were grossed out, and that you feel you need the windows up - is there a "MagicTree for bugs"?  We're trying plug-in citronella in the house, but I can't yet tell if they're working - not helped by having a lovely summer, and the windows often open, I'm sure.  Also before we went away, I sprayed everywhere (liberally) with a can of clothes-moth spray, and that seems to have killed all manner of insects, and even a few arachnids.
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