Captain Mom's Log: Week 6: Day 41
I've been wracking my brains all day trying to think of an appropriate topic for today's log. But there is only one thing that keeps coming back to my mind. It is truly too horrific to speak of and yet it plagues me. I feel it is my duty to inform you of this morning's events because you may one day face a similar situation. I believe it is my duty to warn you so that you can prevent such a thing from happening to you. Let me reassure you, it is preventable. But I must also warn you, this is not a post for the faint of heart.
I was brushing my teeth, as I do every morning. Nothing unusual about it. Left side first, then right. Always the top first, then the bottom, then back to the top because I switched down to the bottom row too quickly. I work the brush over a big chunk of them at once instead of individually. I used to be more careful. I stopped counting teeth somewhere in my teens when stickler routine became tedious. I brushed my tongue because that's what someone said to do once and it stuck. Then. As I was rinsing the toothbrush, I saw it. There among the bristles was a glob of something. I must not have brushed very well last night. I was repulsed. I squinted without my glasses to get a closer look. Here is where you should really stop reading if you have any sort of squeamish reaction to gory movies. Or horror movies. Or anything that isn't PG. This isn't PG. I have warned you. You have been warned. There. In the bristles. Was a mushed spider.
It took every ounce of will power in my entire being to keep myself from hurling. Every ounce of food I have eaten today has barely stayed down. I am a changed woman. I hope this never happens to you. Stay safe. Stay home. And for the love of Pete, check your toothbrush before putting it in your mouth!!
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I was brushing my teeth, as I do every morning. Nothing unusual about it. Left side first, then right. Always the top first, then the bottom, then back to the top because I switched down to the bottom row too quickly. I work the brush over a big chunk of them at once instead of individually. I used to be more careful. I stopped counting teeth somewhere in my teens when stickler routine became tedious. I brushed my tongue because that's what someone said to do once and it stuck. Then. As I was rinsing the toothbrush, I saw it. There among the bristles was a glob of something. I must not have brushed very well last night. I was repulsed. I squinted without my glasses to get a closer look. Here is where you should really stop reading if you have any sort of squeamish reaction to gory movies. Or horror movies. Or anything that isn't PG. This isn't PG. I have warned you. You have been warned. There. In the bristles. Was a mushed spider.
It took every ounce of will power in my entire being to keep myself from hurling. Every ounce of food I have eaten today has barely stayed down. I am a changed woman. I hope this never happens to you. Stay safe. Stay home. And for the love of Pete, check your toothbrush before putting it in your mouth!!
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