Ok, so it’s taken me a few hours to be able to talk about this. I think I have finally summoned up the courage and strength to talk about it, without crying. But I’m making no promises.
Last night, as many of you read, I stayed in a cabin, so I could go turkey hunting this morning. I did not know one of the men that I ended up sharing the cabin with. The cabins are one room, with 4 beds in them….and a bathroom. A shared bathroom.
This led to one of the most traumatic experiences of all of my life. Here it is.
I woke up before the other two guys, at about 5:00, and walked sleepy-eyed into the bathroom. When I turned on the light, what I found defies explanation. It’s horrific-ness can’t truly be explained. What I saw, cannot be unseen. Ever. If I live another 60 years, I will think if this horrible day, every day. With horror.
HE. PUKED. IN. THE. SINK. HEPUKEDINTHESINKOHMYGAWDOHMYGAWDOHMYGAWD. HE PUKED IN THE FREAKIN’ SINK.
He PUKED. In the SINK. Where I wash my hands. And where I brush my teeth. Where I wash my hands! OMG he puked in the sink.
I felt like I was in the murder scene of ‘Psycho’. The scary music in the background, with terror and disgust bursting through my veins. I’m not exactly sure how long I stared at it, but it felt like an eternity.
When I finally got my wits about me, I yelled “SONUVABITCH!”
And from the darkness, from the safety of his own bed, the culprit said “is it bad?” I said “IS IT BAD?! THE FREAKING SINK IS FULL OF PUKE! HELL YES ITS BAD!”
He said, “Sorry about that. Couldn’t find the light switch. Here, let me clean it up so you can use the sink.” I looked at him with amazement in my eyes, and I replied, “I wouldn’t use that damn sink if you gave me $1,000,000.” And I grabbed my things and went to the bathroom in the main building. Ya know, the bathroom WITHOUT puke in the sink.
How I feel right now cannot really be put into words. Pretty much, every emotion that you can think of, I’ve felt it this morning. I’m emotionally exhausted. I’m horrified. And I feel extremely dirty. Yep….I’m crying now.
The only logical and reasonable thing that I can think to do now, is burn the cabin down. At this point, I cannot imagine a scenario where it can be saved. It’s called Collateral Damage.
5.2.14….I’ll never forget.