#unsanitary cw

[kangals]

friendly advice from vetmed: I know that when your animal has an infection that is generating a lot of discharge, you want to describe that to the veterinarian, because it’s a concerning sign. that is true. I also know that the most common word for this type of discharge is “pus,” so it’s logical that that’s the word that you’ll use when describing what’s going on. and in English, we often add a “-y” when we’re using a word as a descriptor.

but. the word. the word you are looking for. is purulent.

please stop sending in messages telling the doctor that your dog has a “pussy wound.”

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for "using" a cucumber and putting it back in the fridge?

(🥒👌 to find later)

Please, I know it sounds nuts but hear me out. I feel awful and I need to know just how bad this is. Also, I intentionally left as much as possible vague as I am a minor and I do not want this to get removed for being too explicit. But the story will not make sense if I don't include certain things, please understand.

So I (16M) grew up in and currently still live in the bible belt, with extremely conservative evangelical parents. As a taste of what it's like, we have church 3 times a week, and church camp every summer. We are only allowed to access Netflix through a stupid content filter app and we can only use a restricted smart phone that is regularly checked at random by our parents. We get an hour and a half of computer usage every other day, and the internet on the computer is heavily filtered also. The only reason I have access to Tumblr and am able to post this now is because my best friend's older brother gave me his old android for my birthday a few years ago. His family is much more open minded, and I'm very close with them. I also think they have always felt a little bad for me with my family being the way they are.

I'm also gay. Obviously, my family does not know, and I intend to keep it that way. I won't go too deep into it, but it will suffice to say I struggled a lot when I was younger over this. The good thing is that in the last few years, I've been able to accept myself more and come to terms with what my own feelings about religion and faith really are. I came out to my best friend and his brother a little over a year ago, and they've been very supportive. I have yet to tell any of my other friends.

Recently, I've been trying out alcohol since my friends found a hookup. Something I have discovered is that I tend to get lewd feelings when I drink, which has nearly caused a few embarrassing moments around friends. Coincidentally, I have also been experimenting with... certain things. Being a minor, I obviously can't enter any of the adult stores around me, nor would I feel comfortable asking any of my friends to drive me there if I could. I also can't order anything online because my bank account is connected to my parents, and I don't have a shipping address I'm comfortable using for those items either. So instead, I use household objects that belong to me and can be sanitized easily. You might see where this is going.

Yesterday evening, I came home from best friend's house with a full bottle of wine in my backpack. We and a few other friends had already been sipping on a few beers that afternoon, and I still felt a little buzzed. After my family went to sleep, despite already having a little alcohol in my system, I proceeded to get wasted on this bottle of wine in my room. I don't have the clearest memory of all of this, but at some point, I got hungry and lewd-feeling. Went into the kitchen and, through some kind of thought process I can only imagine now, came back into my room with a cucumber. From the title of the post, you can hazard a guess as to what happened to this cucumber. Once I was done, I drukedly and quickly washed it in the bathroom sink and threw it back into the fridge. I went to sleep.

I started freaking out as soon as I woke up this morning. There were four cucumbers in the fridge, I was pretty positive at least two were going to be used for dinner tonight, and I had no idea which cucumber I did the deed with. To make matters worse, my mom was inviting the pastor of our church and his family over for dinner. I have practically no money currently, no license or vehicle, and no friends with vehicles free to pick up new cucumbers for me (and no reasonable explanation as to why I needed them to spot me for four cucumbers specifically). I also have no believable reason to give for why we shouldn't have cucumbers added in the salad mix. My mom knows I love them, and they haven't gone bad. Can't say I ate them because who the hell eats four raw cucumbers? And she'll interrogate both my brother and I until she gets a satisfying answer if I just throw them out. I didn't know what the hell to do about this and I was close to having a panic attack, so... I took a nap.

Evening came. Guests came over, dinner happened. We had porkchops with macaroni and side salads. Cucumbers were in the salad, and I along with pastor's family and my own, ate it like nothing was wrong. My parents, the pastor and his wife had an engaging conversation about politics, religion, and some mild church gossip after dinner. My little brother continued to read his book, and I had a very awkward and one-sided conversation about Young Sheldon with the pastor's daughter. Then they left. And I went to my room to mentally implode.

To say I'm horrified is a major understatement. I don't think anyone is going to get sick because I scrubbed all of the cucumbers with soap multiple times and cleaned the vegetable drawer with bleach when I woke up this morning. I guess I also don't know that the violated cucumber was one of the ones that was used for dinner tonight, but then it's only a matter of days until we have salad again, or if mom cuts one up for water. I've rattled my brain for any way I could get some new cucumbers without telling anyone the details of the event, but I have nothing. Don't even have the money, anyway. Gave up the last bit of cash I had for the damn wine yesterday, and I have $0.43 in total on my debit card.

Admittedly, there is a very small part of me that doesn't even really care if they have eaten or end up eating the damn thing. I can't stand my family. My parents are invasive, controlling and neurotic, and don't give a shit about how I'm doing in so far as it pertains to god and the church. I'm a little more sympathetic to my brother as he's been stuck in this hell with me, but at 13 he's already begun to regurgitate way more religious dogma than I ever did at his age. And I know for a fact that they would want nothing to do with me if they found out I was gay. They'd probably kick me out on the street and spit on me if I had to guess. But even still, this is only a small part of how I feel. What I did was still so gross, and no amount of animosity I have for them can change how mortifed I am. I do have at least a semblance of a conscience.

So...AITA for all of this? WIBTA if I did nothing about the other two cucumbers? Please help.

[incorrectdragonage]

Hawke: Hey, do you have a pair of gloves? Varric: Unfortunately, no. Hawke: (digging through wyvern shit) It's okay, I'll take it like a man. Varric: Unhygenically? Hawke: Yeah.

[orchidbreezefc]

yall ever think about how fucking lucky we are that mold that affects our food is Bright Fucking Blue and easy to spot. thank an organism with warning coloration for their service today

[haveyouseenthismovie-poll]

[vellichorom]

i was SO excited at the idea of a third curdle nurse ( because believe it or not given my reputation as a jay enjoyer, i REALLY like the curdle bag sisters ), that- whilst we wait for their debut, i made MY OWN IDEA of what they would be like !!!!!

& my idea is surely! entirely off the mark & strange by all means but this is awful hospital so HERE GOES;

miss miley curdle - if she's not been horribly changed by the current decaying state of the hospital, is the third, " younger " sister to the curdle nurse siblings & currently the only one in a relatively okay state of operation; known as a nurse who... really doesn't want to BE a nurse - but took the job anyway because that's what her sisters were doing - & would much RATHER be living it up between zones, " partying " & having a good time, she administers less-than-reputable treatment to her patients ( usually those injured or sickened by living the life she'd rather have, lo the irony ) & does her job with all the reluctance of a spoiled brat teenager doing the bare minimum of what's asked of her. her sisters have TRIED to coach & better her, but it's been an oil to water type of process & she just refuses to listen & does whatever she wants, usually. however, with the hospital going under & with her sisters nowhere to be found ( as they're currently busy being fused together & spitting out horrible trash babies ), the terrified miley has taken to cleaning her act up & actually taking her job seriously, in the hopes that her feeble attempts at tending to the still-stable patients may somehow save the day & fix whatever's going on... or at least aid in keep things running smoothly. fruitlessly, as though she tries her HARDEST, she's forsaken the majority of what she's been taught, & while she's not necessarily making things horribly Worse....... you know. putting a piece of duct tape on a crumbling ceiling can't fix a whole lot,

so do you guys like my cool soon to be awful hospital oc /silly

[t4tails]

ive had my cat since june now so 9 months and literally since we got him hes had what i assume is a fight wound on his neck just a little puncture but he REFUSES to let it scab over i see him scratching it away all the fucking time and others he'll jump on me all purring so ill scritch him and the tips of my fingers will come away STICKY because of his WOUND FLUID and we've told the vet several times but shes just like oooohhh itll heal on its own! ITS NOT! ITS NOT! JUST GIVE US A CONE! HES SABOTAGING HIMSELF!! ITS BEEN 9 MONTHSSS

[snarp]

I pour hot water over my tea and set the timer for 3 minutes. Bu Cat headbutts my ankles for attention. I pick him up. He purrs. 

I carry him into the bathroom and close the door. He purrs louder, concerned. I put him on the counter and squeeze hibiclens into my palm. He stands watching, warily hunched.

I rub the hibiclens into the infected spot under his chin per veterinarian instructions. He is tense, lashing his tail. I wet my hands and rub his chin again to rinse away the excess. Outraged at being dampened, he jumps onto the floor to escape. 

I pick him up, put him back on the counter, rub his chin dry with a clean towel, pick him up again, and pet him. He is no longer purring, and digs his claws into my jacket sleeve as a warning. I put him down on the hall floor and close the bathroom door behind us.

He follows me back into the kitchen, where the timer is 20 seconds from going off. I remove the tea filter. He follows me into the living room and sits on me while I drink the tea.

[subterra-rose]

Woe, brown note be upon ye

without the overlay

[chaotic-fo-imagines]

[frosty-tian]

Silly old phone doodle of Gram and his tiny babu.

Plus the opposite end of the spectrum.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

is my (f 25) boyfriend (m 27) an asshole for pissing in sinks?

okay this is a little ridiculous but I promise it's a serious question between me and him, I told him it was weird as hell and really put me off especially after he confessed he's pissed in every single sink he's ever come across. Our old apartment bathroom? Yes. Our new house both kitchen and bathrooms? Yes. Friends homes? Yes. Store bathrooms? Somehow yeah. Relatives homes? Yes. Every sink is fair game (his words) as long as you don't get caught. I think it's disgusting and told him if ever did get caught, especially in a public place, I wouldn't help him out of the situation because nobody should be doing that anyway. He's insisting it's harmless I said it makes him an ass for pissing in other people's sinks even when they don't know. He's a therapist and I asked him if he'd think it was weird if a patient told him about doing the same thing and he insisted that was different. I said it wasn't, because if he'd conclude something was wrong with a patient because of that

Also no this is not some fandom thing or anything in case anyone believes it might be.

What are these acronyms?

[md-confessions]

I threw a piss jar at my neighbors’ car because they didn’t like Murder Drones. They never knew that I did it.

WHAT

[lestatslestits]

THIS is what I mean when I say that OCD is a fucking punchline to most people.

Monk felt fucking inescapable throughout the aughts. If you had OCD, you probably got called Monk. If someone you knew did something that they considered “OCD,” they probably compared themselves to Monk. It’s an incredibly narrow repetition of what OCD is but it was THE pop culture touchstone at the time. Sometimes it felt like a life raft and sometimes it felt like drowning, but it was always there. I’ll likely never work out all of my complex thoughts and feelings about it.

But it ended in 2009. Seeing these same jokes still being made fourteen years later (and, frankly, seeing hand sanitizer at a large public event get treated as some kind of haha funny overkill thing after years of surviving the COVID-19 pandemic) makes me feel so sick.

[quicktimeeventfull]

mikalight au where mikami and light team up to find & kill the staff washroom floor pisser

[illholy]

Judith slides back.