So I need to know how much is too much.
I need to know.
Recently I fell ill with a stomach virus that has taken my intestines by storm and left me with nothing more than cramping and the need to be near a restroom (where by near I mean I have approximately 10 seconds to get my butt on a toilet.)
Honestly poop is a subject I can't help but talk about and it totally grosses my husband out.
My first bout with over sharing came when the nurse returned my call regarding Aspen. She wanted to know color, consistency, smell, frequency....she wanted the details. Of course, I obliged and then acted all embarrassed to be talking about it in the first place because, seriously, I know how to play it cool.
I think I played it off well and was able to talk in detail about our situation to someone besides my husband, who thinks talking about getting pooped on is disgusting. Um..hello? I actually was pooped on. Several times. And I need to talk through it.
Then things took a turn. I got sick. Which if you haven't any idea about the inner workings of our family is the equivalent to Batshit Crazy with a side of Oh My Gosh Who is in Charge of this place. Nuts...complete nuts.
As it turns out, my work schedule wasn't going to allow for much time off to recover. So, I took Monday off thinking that would be enough. Hoping, anyway. I called work and said I was sick. Which should have been enough.
Did I stop there? No.
I continued to tell my boss that not only was I ill, I was ill with a stomach bug.
Did I stop there? No.
My boss' response was something you'd except. "Stay the hell away from me!"
Except I thought I should explain that I was not throwing up.
Did I stop there? No.
I should have stopped there. Really, I should have. I can't even begin to describe the conversation that proceeded. All that I know is that I caught this bug on Sunday and it's Wednesday and it's worse than ever. Driving with diarrhea should be against the law.
So, how much information is too much? Where do you stop? Or, do you stop?
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Too Much...again
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You SLAY.
I mean; I'm sorry that you have to suffer for your art, but in MY estimation it is so worth it.
Thanks for enduring.
Seriously; now's the time to call the nurse again. It's about you this time.
Flu bug? THIS long? IDK.
I never (cuz it's so much about poop and I'm just proper 'n all.)
See...I wrote about having gas in my blog and Hunter thought that was too much. She may just melt into a pile of goo if she read this.
This...this may be too much.
But I definitely laughed.
With, not at, of course.
-Chris
Weather Moose
There must be a blog bug going around. i too had to call off work with way too much info to my co-worker yesterday. First thing she asked me this morning was "if I got it plugged up today or if she should move her desk"!
I always feel the need to give too much information as well...Like the time I had hemeroids when I was pregnant with #2 that were so bad...they had to be lanced...
I understand...really I do.
You take oversharing to a whole new level. I bow to you.
I love my job for so many reasons. "Calling" in sick is one of them. I get online, tell the computer I'm sick and it finds me a sub. No awkward poop conversation. :)
"Which if you haven't any idea about the inner workings of our family is the equivalent to Batshit Crazy with a side of Oh My Gosh Who is in Charge of this place.."
OMG..honestly, that is the funniest comment I've heard all week! And I'm with you on descriptive details when calling sick to work. When your boss is thoroughly grossed out with details, it reduces the margin of doubt (is she REALLY sick, or just screwing off). Works well with male bosses, menstral cramping, and wanting to leave early too. Thanks for the great laugh!
I know you know this but it could slip your mind, stay hydrated - popsicles work well for all ages. Almost makes you feel better about sitting in the batshit room. LOL
If you guys weren't so contagious, I would come over and help with dinner or something but I am scared! My bathroom is so small if I spend too much time in there I get clostraphobic - this is spelled wrong but do you think this word came from fear of closets?
I love poop posts. I just blogged about the poop scented trees in my neighborhood. I say: "It' snever too much!" Bring on the poop posts.
Hilarious!
Oh, I'm sorry to hear about the day being such a bum-mer...seriously.
I always say "the more, the better" when it comes to giving details for a sick day! It's hysterical to hear the silence on the other end of the phone.
PS...it seems like everytime I visit you really are talking about POOP!
I also volunteer far too much information of such subjects. Or so I've been told.
Hope you're feeling better.
Just stopping by from SITS ans wanted to say hello! I hope you are having a wonderful Tuesday! Now I'm off to enjoy your blog:)
Hugs, Sandy
It's called diarrhea mouth and we all become infected when we become moms, I think.
Look at me and my blog.
I am the ultimate queen of TMI.
Heh!
Get better, my friend.
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