TMI Thursday: Spit or Swallow?

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I'm popping my TMI cherry today with a post that isn't for the faint of heart.

Keep in mind two things -

1. I can't spit to save my life. I blame this entirely on my mom. When I was little and tried to spit, she always scolded me, saying "Ladies don't spit. Go brush your teeth."
2. I hate puking. Like HATE it. I usually only puke when I'm hungover. Which as been a lot lately. But the main reason I hate puking is because I tend to pee. I just can't help it. Guess I need to do more Kegel exercises.

This all happened on Monday. As you all know, I've been sick, and had a terrible cough. Well I woke up at 4:40 a.m. because I had to pee. I had drank too much water the night before. I rolled out of bed and as I'm going pee, I notice that I need to blow my nose. I reach over and grab some toilet paper, blow my nose as hard as I can, and flush.

Then I started to cough, Only this wasn't just a baby cough. Oh no, this was a horrible cough, the kind that makes your abs clench and your entire body shake. I stood up, thinking that would help. But of course it didn't. Instead, I proceeded to cough even harder, so hard in fact, that my face is now red, I'm crossing my legs to make sure I don't pee, and I have tears running down my cheeks. But I can't stop coughing. At this point, I know I'm about to cough up something nasty. So what's a girl to do? Swallow or spit? Well, I opted for spitting, but everytime I would try to spit, it wouldn't come out. It was like stuck in the middle of my throat.

Which made me think about how as a kid I wanted to invent this suction that you could stick in the back of your throat, which would suck up all the mucus, similar to the suction at the dentist. I mean how freakin' cool would that be? But I digress.

Finally I coughed so hard that I knew the mucus (I hate using the word phlegm, it sounds so proper) was about to come out. I spit as hard as I could three times, yielding next to nothing. And then the big one came. As I gagged, I tasted the nastiest shit in my entire life. And I spit it out in one big, green, quarter-sized puddle of mucus into the sink. Splat. I wiped the tears from my cheeks, and took a look at it. It was so so gross. Fucking nasty. So I turned on the water full blast hoping to wash it down the drain. Only it stuck to the sink like nobody's business. It didn't move. It was then that I did what any sane person would do. I picked it up. I scrunched my nose in disgust, felt its slimy texture, threw it into the toilet, and flushed.

Happy TMI Thursday!