Stomach Wash.
This
morning I was in my bathroom, rinsing out my mouth with mouthwash – both the best location for the job and the best product with which to do it - when my mobile rang. It was
my agent, so I thought I’d better answer it.
We
had a quick chat about a casting. I then hung up and returned to the bathroom
to find the bottle of mouthwash balancing precariously on the cistern of my toilet,
with the cap replaced.
I
had a sudden flash of panic: did I spit out the mouthwash before I answered the
phone? I
honestly couldn’t remember.
An alarming grey area lay between the two events. I could only hope that my
natural instincts had kicked in when it counted.
I
turned the bottle over to read the label: 'WARNING: DO NOT SWALLOW'. Not the
most comforting thing to read after a mouthwash blackout.
I’m pretty sure you can’t die from drinking mouthwash. If you could, then most
people’s daily dental hygiene routine would be akin to a game of Russian
Roulette. It’s probably not advisable to glug down a bottle in one go, but a
lid-full isn’t likely to cause much damage.
Is
it?
Maybe
there’s an animated battle going on in my stomach as we speak; hordes of
little cartoon firemen staving off arrows as they ping around my
insides.
Probably best to not give it too much thought.