Grossology
HotDrWife: Hey, I'm going to run out and get some Pedialyte at the store. Watch the Bug. He's coughing so hard he might throw up.
HotDrHusband: Oh, that's fucking SICK. Thanks.
HDW: You're a doctor.
HDH: That doesn't mean I'm okay with it!! I hate phlegm**. And then puke, in that order. I'd rather clean up FECES rather than puke. Feces, meaning SHIT.
HDW: I kinda figured what FECES was, you dummy. And, wow. And why the puke aversion?
HDH: 'Cause if I clean up FEEEECES, I don't feel like I have to SHIT afterwards. Puke just makes me wanna puke, man.
** And why does phlegm bug the doctor I married? Because once when he was a resident, he had to pull out a guy's tracheotomy tube and a wad of it landed on my husband's face. Shot right out. That might make me hate phlegm, too.
Labels: gross stuff, sickness
