by Troy Foster
I used to be grossed out by random body fluids. Even the term is disgusting. Now, with four kids, perspectives change. I probably have a combination of snot, poop,
pee, blood, vomit, bile, and saliva on this “clean” shirt that I just put on
this morning. The beauty, however, is that if I spill anything on it – ever –
(and I do mean anything) - I have four excuses.
CSI would have a field day with my clothes.
Before I had kids, I gave mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to an old
dude that had a heart attack. And, he
threw up in my mouth. Of
course, I did the right thing. Spit out
the throw up and kept going. He
died. So, it was sad. But, I was also disgusted that a stranger
threw up in my mouth for nothing.
Now, that wouldn’t even phase me.
If anyone is going to have a heart attack, having it around me is a good bet, as I’ll have no hesitation about the mouth-to-mouth. Can’t guarantee results though.
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