The Sympathy Spew Syndrome

Sometimes disgusting things happen around you.

Additionally. Sometimes those disgusting things cause you to do disgusting things.

Such as the time I tried to clean up my dog's vomit.

Usually I love going to wake my dog up in the morning. She looks up at me all bleary eyed and happy. Like... 'Oh! It's you! The fantastic, most beautiful goddess of my life!!!hellohellohellohellohello!!!'

(Please excuse the terrible drawing of my dog! She's usually REALLY cute in real life!!)

This morning however when I walked into the laundry the first thing I noticed was a funky smell. Then I noticed that my dog had vomited during the night.

Okay. That's not true. First I accidentally stepped in some.

I procrastinated for ages about it but eventually I talked myself into cleaning it up. Usually these things I like to leave to my mum, telling her that I've got too much uni work or something. Unfortunately my parents seem to be into abandonment these days (a different story) so it's just me here at the moment.

So there I was, armed with my multitudes of paper towels. And I start to clean.

It wasn't the smell that got to me. It wasn't the chunks nor the watery consistency. I'm sure they were all contributors but the final straw was the fact that there was a really long strand of string in there. I'm feeling sick just thinking about it now...


Anyway. So. It happened before I even realised it was happening. One minute I was lifting up this long piece of string and imagining how it would feel vomiting that up. And suddenly I was vomiting. Right on top of my dog's vomit.

I guess what worries me most about this whole scenario, is the question of what I'll ever do when I have kids one day...

Changing a nappy????

Wiping snotty noses????

Taking them to the doctors???

Spew.

Just...

Spew. 

Everywhere.

I have no idea who is going to clean the laundry up now. It's still all in there and I have no intention of going back to finish the job. If I try I'm sure I'll eventually just drown in spew as I keep sympathy spewing. Poor Jaz has to sleep in there again tonight though. Does anyone want to come over and lend a pal a hand?