Captain's Log, Stardate 10.06.2009
So one reason I haven’t been blogging much the past week or so has been that I’ve been sick. I got sick right after I returned from the ACFW conference, and then the past 5 days I’ve also been fighting something.
I don’t know why this is, but whenever I’m sick, I have the strangest dreams, and they always involve toilets.
If this is too TMI for you, stop reading right now. But I also know lots of you guys are mothers, and nothing I can say could be as bad as changing diapers, cleaning yak up from your couch, and washing creamed spinach and macaroni and cheese out of a child’s hair.
Anyway, some psychoanalyst will probably say there’s some deep seated insecurity from my childhood involving toilets. I think it’s because when we were kids, my brother kept barging into the bathroom even if I was on the can because he was too impatient to wait for me to finish before he could brush his teeth or take a shower.
There’s also the fact that I was a biologist and I’m a bit of a germophobe when it comes to toilets. I mean, I grew bacteria and cancer cells for a living. To me, a toilet is just a cheaper germ incubator than the ones I used at work.
So I dreamed last night about toilets. And accidentally dropping things in toilets, which, even if the water is clear, is rife with disease in my mind.
And today, thanks to the TV show Glee, I have “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey playing through my head.
Yes, I am very messed up.
So one reason I haven’t been blogging much the past week or so has been that I’ve been sick. I got sick right after I returned from the ACFW conference, and then the past 5 days I’ve also been fighting something.
I don’t know why this is, but whenever I’m sick, I have the strangest dreams, and they always involve toilets.
If this is too TMI for you, stop reading right now. But I also know lots of you guys are mothers, and nothing I can say could be as bad as changing diapers, cleaning yak up from your couch, and washing creamed spinach and macaroni and cheese out of a child’s hair.
Anyway, some psychoanalyst will probably say there’s some deep seated insecurity from my childhood involving toilets. I think it’s because when we were kids, my brother kept barging into the bathroom even if I was on the can because he was too impatient to wait for me to finish before he could brush his teeth or take a shower.
There’s also the fact that I was a biologist and I’m a bit of a germophobe when it comes to toilets. I mean, I grew bacteria and cancer cells for a living. To me, a toilet is just a cheaper germ incubator than the ones I used at work.
So I dreamed last night about toilets. And accidentally dropping things in toilets, which, even if the water is clear, is rife with disease in my mind.
And today, thanks to the TV show Glee, I have “Don’t Stop Believing” by Journey playing through my head.
Yes, I am very messed up.
Comments
I don't dream of toilets often but I have a huge toilet problem. I fear getting old and ending up in one of those facilities where all the toities are for handicapped people--in other words, high-rise.
Even now, when I am forced to use one in a public restroom for lack of a nice low-rise toilet, my feet dangle four inches off the floor and it's just not right.
Camy, I hope you feel better soon!
Lucy, doorknobs are probably just as if not more dirty than toilets, because my husband tells me that the majority of men who use the bathroom don't wash their hands.
Winnie--OMG that would freak me out, I'd be so scared of wetting the bed!
Jeanette--LOL my partner in weird dreams.