I have to admit something. I think spitting is nasty. I am a very judgmental person when it comes to Spitters. I turn into an immature little brat when I see them spit. “Ewwww, that’s so gross!” you can hear me saying. I see little wads of spit on the ground and walk around them on tip toes like it is made of acid. Some people open the door of their cars and spit directly on the ground. I can’t help but think that spit is now on my tires!
Evidently God has a sense of humor because I get to fill up FOUR vials of my spit. I better get over the phobia pretty quick! I have a three-day window in which to spit. I woke up at 4 this morning and almost filled my first (and biggest!) vial. You know what stopped me? I had garlic on my pasta for dinner the night before. I was in bed wondering if the garlic would make my spit smell funny. I imagined the poor lab technician opening up my vial and dropping on the ground and fainting from the smelly spit. I then imagined this person getting up and calling every other lab tech into the room to smell the disgusting garlicky spit and laughing. Then, in a fit of giggles, they call me up at home, suggest a good tooth brushing and repeat the test. These are the things I am thinking about!!
I really need to do something about this insomnia!