I am a bit odd.
That's what people tell me, anyway. I don't really like people sitting on my bed and I certainly don't like people resting their head on my pillow. I have no idea why this is a daunting situation for me, but it is. Something about it makes me squirm. I am fastidious about keeping my hands clean as well. Generally I wash them several times during my bed time routine.
I am also someone who despises vomit. I don't think this is that odd, to be honest. It strikes me as pretty normal.
Last night I was going to the toilet to clean my teeth (in the left of the two sinks randomly in the toilet where I live) when I noticed a funny, eggy smell in the air. This created a feeling of queasiness in my stomach. Upon arrival at the toilet, to my surprise, someone was there. It was one of the girls who had left the door open. I asked if she was all right, but got no response other than a door closing slowly in my face. I waited.
A few minutes later she emerged, and I stepped into the toilet to use it. I was greeted by the most unpleasant of sights. As you will know plugs are used in sinks when we want to keep water in the sink for things like shaving or hair washing. I have never before seen a plug used to keep sick in the sink. Until yesterday. A thin, yellow liquid dappled with colours once vibrant, but now victims of stomach acid. Lovely.
No doubt you will understand this did nothing for me but intensify feelings of queasiness, and you will realise why I left the toilet quite so rapidly.
Fortunately, I did not have to brave the sick again. I was a valiant coward and asked the mother of the house to sort out the situation. What a blessed relief she did, otherwise I might still be cleaning my hands!
