This week featured some classic "one step forward two steps back" OCD action. Well, it was probably only one step forward, one step back.
I still struggle with my fear of simple colds. One of my coworkers has a 95 year old mom who's prone to bronchitis, which could actually kill her, given her generally fragile state. My rational self knows that I'm not required to never ever get a cold just so I won't give it to Kathy, who will give it to her mom, who will die.
But I still worry. Last week I had what I think was the world's mildest cold. Frankly, I'm still not sure. I kept waiting for it to get worse, and it just never did. I was a little sniffly, with a minor sore throat.
On Friday I had scheduled lunch with a former co-worker and Kathy. I wanted to cancel it SO badly. There were a number of things about it that tweaked my OCD. But I didn't. Once it was Friday, I actually looked forward to it, too, which is such a rare and pleasant feeling for me regarding social events.
As soon as lunch was over, though, I found new events to try to avoid. It never ends, does it!
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