I wash my hands a lot these days, but it’s mostly because the system for clocking in and out at work has a hand scanner and somebody is always coating it with a heavy residue of slimy lotion. If my hands feel nasty, I wash them. If I’m about to cook, I wash them. If I just took a shit, I wash them. I don’t do that fake washing crap that 80% of the germophobic women in the public bathrooms do, either; I’ll spend a good minute with soap lathering up my hands because that’s how germs are removed, damnit.
I don’t pay much attention to the state of the toilet other than “clean enough to use” vs. “looks like someone’s ass exploded all over the toilet seat” before I decide whether to use that toilet. I rarely wipe off the toilet seat, much to my chagrin when I forget in an area where there are a lot of seat pissers. I don’t wash my hands as often after I pee when at home.
I don’t cover my toothbrush. When I get sick, if I haven’t used the toothbrush for 3 months, I’ll just rinse the toothbrush with mouthwash before it gets a final rinse. (There’s enough alcohol to sterilize it to my liking.) I don’t use hand sanitizer most of the time, because it’s a major reason why we’ve got SuperBug type germs out there. I share my toothbrush with my SO and stopped really caring about the germy bits; whether I like it or not, a toothbrush left at his place will end up getting used by him, and, besides, his mouth is no dirtier than his penis.
I’m a little paranoid about heavily synthetic-based chemical content, and for good reason. Having an asthma attack or a histamine reaction to cleaning products is no fun, so I avoid using the stuff that causes me problems. This means no bleach, limited use of Lysol and Windex, and an overall dependence on things that have citrus oils and other things that don’t make me feel sick. I also am a bit grossed out by the idea of accidentally ingesting even tiny amounts of cleaning products, so I thoroughly wash my hands after cleaning the house if I feel it’s necessary. But my kitchen is so clean I can normally pick food up off the floor and not feel bad about it.
Speaking of food, there have been times while living in South Florida where I’ve put a bunch of pasta into a pot and then realized there’s little pasta-eating bugs in the pasta. I figured that, since I’m boiling the stuff, they’re not going to survive or make me sick. I just toss the unused portion away that I’m not cooking.
I think that probably makes me a 3.