Sunday, November 06, 2011
I hate ocd.
OCD is another word for one humiliating life. Today's task was to clean the kitchen without having a shower. i put it off (naturally) but finally decided to bite the bullet. I decided to just wipe the cabinets and wash the floor. Never mind the counters or sink this time. It was ok. I got it done with only a minor trauma ( the bottle of windex touched my pants). I was carrying the mop in one hand while the bucket of dirty water was in the other trying to go out the door to dump the dirty water. The mop handle touched my hair (yuk), so i had to wash it. I wasn't supposed to shower so i washed my hands, and my hair and rinced it off in the kitchen sink using the sprayer. By the time i was done, the dishes, the cupboards and the floor by the sink were all wet. And i still had to rewash the sink handle. Then since my clothes were now wet, i had to take them off and rewash my hands and arms before i could get into my pyjamas and sit down in the living room to have a good cry. Nice to know that a 10 yr old could do this better and with less stress than i did,- and with less mess at the end. The bathroom hot water handle is now 'dirty' because i don't have the energy to clean that and then clean my hands again. Just too much work. I hate ocd. But at least i tried to do my homework and will have plenty to talk about at my session tomorrow. i hate ocd. i hate ocd. i hate ocd. i hate ocd. i hate ocd. i hate ocd. i hate ocd. i hate ocd. Have i made myself clear? Just in case i didn't: i hate ocd. i hate ocd.