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| Super gross! |
My boyfriend bought me these awesome handmade earrings with buttons in them.
I love them.
We were at an art gallery looking for presents for my sister when I saw them and made a huge fuss over them.
Then I forgot all about it until a month later when he gave them to me.
I was thrilled and they were instant favorites.
Which is why it was worth it to me to dive into a vomit-filled toilet to rescue one that had fallen from my ear.
Here's what happened:
I don't know what came over me but my stomach was not liking the bagel and coffee that I put into it yesterday.
I was hit with a powerful wave of nausea that had me running like hell to the bathroom where I had a showdown with the toilet and lost my breakfast.
I was pulling back my hair, about to flush when I saw something shiny at the bottom.
"Oh no!" I said and immediately checked my ears and found that one was missing its earring.
"Oh man," I said, staring into the toilet.
I considered my options: I could reach in and grab it...
I shuddered.
At least its not at the bottom of a poop-filled toilet, I thought.
I could flush it and be really sad but call it a loss nevertheless.
Or I might be able to contact the designer and hope that she could make me a new earring.
But after thinking for a bit, I decided that I couldn't just let it go.
So I got to the buisiness of figuring out how to rescue the earring without touching the vomit water.
I glanced around the bathroom for usable objects.
Toilet paper: I could wrap my hands in a massive amount of toilet paper and hope that it protects me from the water when I plunge my hand in. Would that keep my hands from getting wet?
Not likely.
I looked around for a pole-like hook-ended contraption that I could use to scoop the earring out with. No luck there.
Then I thought-- If I use a plastic bag over my hand, I can reach in and get it without even getting my hand wet.
At this point, I'm all congratulating myself for my brilliance.
I left the bathroom and went searching for a plastic bag, found one, then ran back to the toilet.
Good thing my nausea had passed because standing over that toilet with the bag on my hand as I prepped myself for a fishing expedition in orange goo got my stomach flipping again.
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| They're clean I swear! |
Hooray! I felt like a hero! Then I felt disappointed that there was nobody around to witness my brave feat.
I filled the sink with suds and hot water and cleaned off the earring.
But then, I'm holding it in paper towels I find that I'm having a hard time putting it back into my ear, considering where it was five minutes prior.
So I placed it in my pocket.
Don't look at me funny if you see me wearing the button earrings.