Why the blazing blue fuck can people not wipe the toilet seat when they piss on it? I work in a hospital. We work in the fucking lab, and we’re all adults. IF YOU PISS ON SOMETHING, CLEAN IT UP!
Long intro explanation cut as short as possible: For one week every month, I take a medication that makes my unbearable abdominal pain bearable. The medication is a lifesaver. However, it has the unsavory side effect of making me vomit up anything I put in my stomach.
Three sips of broth? Two crackers? A spoonful of applesauce? Sorry, it’s all coming up, nine times out of ten. I’ve tried pepto and all it does is make it a pretty color when I get sick. I also have a terribly sensitive stomach that causes me pain when left empty for long periods of time, so even though I know I’m going to upchuck later, I have to have at least something in my stomach.
I have to deal with this, even at my job. I’ve become accustomed to running to the restroom several times a night, and keeping a trash can close by my desk at all times, just in case. Several times I haven’t been able to make it to the restroom, and it was terribly embarrassing, but my doctors refuse to prescribe an anti-emetic. So, I put up with it. It’s only for a few days each month. It might be hard to believe, but the throwing up for a week is preferable to the pain that I get if I don’t take the medication.
Last night was one of those fun nights. I had been doing okay all day, so I had a small dinner during my break. Bad idea, I misjudged. An hour later, I was racing for the restroom and enjoying my dinner for the second time.
Feeling much better afterward, I noticed that my hair and a spot on my jacket were damp. I assumed that I had, ew, accidentally splashed. Gross enough by itself. Unfortunately, this was not the case. A male (it could only be a male, the seat lid was up. If it was a female… then… :eek: ) had urinated, and splashed all over the toilet seat. There were remnants still on the rim of the bowl, and when I had hastily had to get close to be ill, it had gotten on my hair and clothing.
I am NOT fucking impressed. :mad:
I was a little worried this might be too icky, but not much seems too icky for the SDMB. Someone’s brilliant poem about a horrible poop incident comes to mind, perhaps a little too quickly…
Seriously, what the fuck. All the men working in the lab last night were at least 40ish years old, and we work in a damn HOSPITAL. Maybe you piss all over the seat at home and let your wife clean it up, but we have to share a coed bathroom at work, and you could at least wipe up your own damn fluids.