Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Well, crud

Was feeling so good. Then a coworker tells us she's got scabies. Back to wishing I didn't have to touch anything at work. Oh, well, I'll get over it, I think.


  1. Well, I wouldn't want to touch anything, either! Scabies. That's nuts. I really, really feel for you. But don't give up on your 'feeling so good.' It always seems life gives us a smack-down just when we have an up moment. Going to work at all under these circumstances is a victory, I say!
    Blue Morpho

  2. There's a lot of sadness when I realize I have to give up my illusions that OCD is somehow protecting me from the pains and dangers of life. Like I've been doing better with my health anxiety, but my doctor called yesterday and said my hemoglobin is low and I need to do various testing. It's hard not to think, "Well, this is my reward for working on my OCD??" but I try to remind myself that life comes with pain, and OCD caused me exponentially more pain. The world will never be clean enough or healthy enough for our OCD, but we can keep OCD from making things worse.