So I need to know how much is too much.
I
need to know.
Recently I fell ill with a stomach virus that has taken my intestines by storm and left me with nothing more than cramping and the need to be near a restroom (where by near I mean I have approximately 10 seconds to get my butt on a toilet.)
Honestly poop is a subject I can't help but talk about and it totally grosses my husband out.
My first bout with over sharing came when the nurse returned my call regarding Aspen. She wanted to know color, consistency, smell, frequency....she wanted the details. Of course, I obliged and then acted all embarrassed to be talking about it in the first place because, seriously, I know how to play it cool.
I think I played it off well and was able to talk in detail about our situation to someone besides my husband, who thinks talking about getting pooped on is disgusting. Um..hello? I actually was pooped on. Several times. And I need to talk through it.
Then things took a turn. I got sick. Which if you haven't any idea about the inner workings of our family is the equivalent to Batshit Crazy with a side of Oh My Gosh Who is in Charge of this place. Nuts...complete nuts.
As it turns out, my work schedule wasn't going to allow for much time off to recover. So, I took Monday off thinking that would be enough. Hoping, anyway. I called work and said I was sick. Which should have been enough.
Did I stop there? No.
I continued to tell my boss that not only was I ill, I was ill with a stomach bug.
Did I stop there? No.
My boss' response was something you'd except. "Stay the hell away from me!"
Except I thought I should explain that I was not throwing up.
Did I stop there? No.
I should have stopped there. Really, I should have. I can't even begin to describe the conversation that proceeded. All that I know is that I caught this bug on Sunday and it's Wednesday and it's worse than ever. Driving with diarrhea should be against the law.
So, how much information is too much? Where do you stop? Or, do you stop?
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I need to know.
Recently I fell ill with a stomach virus that has taken my intestines by storm and left me with nothing more than cramping and the need to be near a restroom (where by near I mean I have approximately 10 seconds to get my butt on a toilet.)
Honestly poop is a subject I can't help but talk about and it totally grosses my husband out.
My first bout with over sharing came when the nurse returned my call regarding Aspen. She wanted to know color, consistency, smell, frequency....she wanted the details. Of course, I obliged and then acted all embarrassed to be talking about it in the first place because, seriously, I know how to play it cool.
I think I played it off well and was able to talk in detail about our situation to someone besides my husband, who thinks talking about getting pooped on is disgusting. Um..hello? I actually was pooped on. Several times. And I need to talk through it.
Then things took a turn. I got sick. Which if you haven't any idea about the inner workings of our family is the equivalent to Batshit Crazy with a side of Oh My Gosh Who is in Charge of this place. Nuts...complete nuts.
As it turns out, my work schedule wasn't going to allow for much time off to recover. So, I took Monday off thinking that would be enough. Hoping, anyway. I called work and said I was sick. Which should have been enough.
Did I stop there? No.
I continued to tell my boss that not only was I ill, I was ill with a stomach bug.
Did I stop there? No.
My boss' response was something you'd except. "Stay the hell away from me!"
Except I thought I should explain that I was not throwing up.
Did I stop there? No.
I should have stopped there. Really, I should have. I can't even begin to describe the conversation that proceeded. All that I know is that I caught this bug on Sunday and it's Wednesday and it's worse than ever. Driving with diarrhea should be against the law.
So, how much information is too much? Where do you stop? Or, do you stop?