It started this morning when I was getting my lunch ready. I opened a brand new container of Cottage cheese, put the spoon in, and scooped some out to put in the container I was taking it in. There was a foreign object of undefinable sorts in the transferred scoop. Normally I would blow that off, assuming it came off my spoon (my dishwasher can be unreliable that way.) But not today. I sat down to eat it at lunch, and couldn’t do it. What if it wasn’t off my spoon? Gah…
Second incident…nice enough old man comes into work this morning, with food on his face. I couldn’t tell him, couldn’t look and had trouble not gagging.
Where the hell did my steel stomach go?
I sat down to eat lunch, our lunch room has dirt, obviously. Today it bothered me, it never usually does, its not that bad at all, its me. I have eaten in that room for years and never batted an eye…what the hell is going on?
Then I dropped my banana on the damn floor, so half was garbage, not only am I grossed out, now I am still hungry too, oh well, back to work I must go, hopefully the day gets easier to stomach as I go.
If I didn’t know wayyyy better, I would think I was pregnant.
Don’t get any ideas, I am absolutely NOT.