Ahhhhhhh, the Oma. I haven't talked about her in a while. She hasn't done anything remarkably funny lately. She is, however, sick with a nasty cold. We are hacking on everything (because we don't cover our mouth), the deafness has gotten worse, and her attitude is just tremendous.
Here's the nastiest thing of all- the spit bucket. Oma coughs, and the spucken needs to come out...so she spits into a bucket sitting next to her in her little room, so she doesn't have to run to the washroom to spit in the toilette.
I'm talking to her, and she's hacking and all phlegmy, and then she leans over and spits into the bucket. I have to leave the room, but I'm about to spucken all over the place. It's nasty.
When I've talked to her all the phone this past week, she hacks, she phlegms, and then there's the soft sound of liquid hitting liquid as she spits into the bucket. I dry heave.
Blah!!!
I have a massive aversion to the whole spitting thing. I can't take it. I hate listening to the sounds of guys hocking loogeys. I hate seeing people spit on the side walk, out of there car, etc. I'm rather anti-smoking, find it nasty (which is interesting seeing I'm from a family that is predominantly smokers)- but the whole chewing tobacco thing completely and utterly throws me over the edge...I'll take a chain smoker with a carton a day habit over someone who chews.
I hate spitting.
So, this little spittoon bucket is making things difficult right now for me to hang and chill with the Oma- I'm on constant vomit standby...hell even being in the opposite room as her, when I hear it, my Pei Wei's about to make a second visit.
BLAH!!!!
Rock out with your swallowing cock out
**I spoke to soon on the Oma and not saying anything funny... Sunday morning when I was leaving her house- the neighbor kitty corner from her was out in her driveway. Oma oh so quietly says "Oh look the withcy bitch is out." I whip around and remind her that she's not as quiet as she thinks, she deaf and talks loud, and that people can hear her... she didn't care, or didn't get it, because she just shrugged it off. **
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Okay...just reading this post made me want to vomit a little! The word phlegm (or "secretions", as it is used in my line of work) makes me gag a little each time I hear it! Spit grosses me out, but I can handle regular spitting pretty well...it's that "suck-the-phlegm-from-the-back-of-the-throat-rattle-it-around-and-then-hock-it-out-of-your-mouth" spitting that makes me throw up in my mouth a little!
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