I got violently ill repeatedly on Korean ramen, then my partner tripped on the dog and shoved his hand into the barf bag on the coffee table while trying to catch himself, and vomit splashed all the way up to his elbow. After I realized he was about to lose his cookies, I passed him my secondary bag that he'd made up for me but he managed to hold it together and cleaned his arm in the kitchen. I cleaned up the mess on the table and he took the trash out.
About a held hour later, while cleaning out the dog crate, he found a used, partially-wrapped in toilet paper tampon applicator that our puppy had apparently pulled out of the trash. He looked at me, asked me if it was what he thought it was, and I nodded and he looked sick and went to wash his hands again after disposing of it.
Then, he went to move the second later, and realized that it had been used. Unfortunately, he had stuck his hand in vomit.... Again.
After that he said he really needed a cigarette and had to pee. Our bathroom is upstairs and he never came down so I went investigating - he was lying in the dark, staring at the wall, and didn't want to come down because he was safe in bed. But I convinced him to come down...
So I started to make dinner to make him feel better and to use up some of our lovely grocery goodies. While starting dishes, I wanted to use a fresh sponge so I asked him to grab one out from under the sink.This is when we discovered that there was 4-5 inches standing water in one of the tubs that we store our cleaning supplies in.
He figured out where it was leaking and was in the process of fixing it. I went into the other room and heard him make this horrible noise. When I went in the room, I saw him sitting in front of the sink, completely in shock. Apparently there was a long-forgotten automatic air freshener that I'd put under the sink while decorating the hearth for Christmas and it fucking maced him with Hawaiian Breeze.
And then he started crying-laughing with frustration and I hugged him for a while but omg it was AWFUL. We washed his eyes out with water and saline repeatedly, he cleaned the toxic cleaning supply cocktail out in the bathtub, and -with still-burning eyes- went to sleep on the couch.
I just feel soooooo bad for him. Especially because I talked him out of bed....



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