One bleary-eyed morning, I staggered out of bed and went into the bathroom to try to conquer the various tasks involved in getting ready. I didn’t have my glasses on, and am very near-sighted. I reached for the tube of toothpaste, squeezed some on my toothbrush, and started to brush. Bleah!
We had a new version of toothpaste that was flavored the same as those orange bottles of Listerine - not sweet, a fair amount of citrus. I also had a facial cleanser from Burt’s Bees that used orange oil and other natural things, and also came in a toothpaste-like tube. The two tubes ended up close enough to each other that I had grabbed the cleanser and squeezed it onto my toothbrush. Fortunately the cleanser just had relatively benign and not-terrible tasting natural ingredients, stuff like glycerin and orange oil, so it wasn’t too nasty. I also suspect my tastebuds were more awake than I was, thus I didn’t scrub it in before noticing the off taste.
I did the same thing. I then got pissed at myself and through the tube across the room, inadvertently cutting my brothers foot with the sharp corner of the sealed end of the tube.