In case you hadn’t noticed, I’m a little bit OCD. I can tell you exactly how many ounces of Diet Coke I consumed today. (68) And exactly how many pieces of cheese tortellini I had for dinner. (12) However, I cannot tell you how many times a I wash my hands while making dinner, let alone how many times a day.
The alarm clock on my night stand is three minutes fast. If I tie one shoe, I have to retie the other. Let’s not even talk about washing dishes and clothes.
The remotes and keyboards have to be sanitized. I have to do that when David is working. He always thinks I’m going to fry his keyboard. Maybe it’s because one time I was out of Lysol and I used hand sanitzer instead.
I have been unofficially diagnosed by a doctor. You see, when I was 17, I had my wisdom teeth pulled, and I was sick for six weeks afterwards. Six weeks on a liquid diet really messes you up. I had these shaking spells. I was hungry all the time. Finally, I decided that I had hypoglycemia or diabetes. I went to the doctor, but my regular doctor wasn’t in, so I saw one of his associates. I had given the nurse a detailed list of everything I’d eaten the previous day so that they wouldn’t say I just needed to eat more.
It looked like this.
7 AM – Quaker Oatmeal Bar
9 AM – 6 oz of Yoplait Light Peach Yogurt
11:30 AM – One cup of noodles with one half cup of beef stroganoff, six broccoli florets and eleven grapes
3 PM – Four Saltine Crackers, One mini Three Musketeers
5:30 PM – One grilled chicken breast, one half cup of rice, 19 green beans
7 PM – One piece of shortcake, one fourth cup whip cream and six strawberries
(Notice I didn’t write down how much Diet Coke I was drinking.)
The doctor walked in and said, “Well, the first problem is you’re obsessive compulsive. Eleven grapes?”
He ordered some blood work, which said I was fine.It just took a long time for me to recover from that surgery.
I remember going to youth camp that year, carrying a bag with me to rec and Bible Study. Inside, I had Cheerios and candy. I had tons more food stuffed in my suitcase in the dorm.
Incidentally, I learned that if I have some yogurt or protein earlier in the day, it helps a lot. Peanut butter and banana toast works well.
Back to the OCD. A friend gave David and I season one of Monk for Christmas. David loved it. He said it was like watching me be a detective. Ah, my loving husband. My dear, sweet, unorganized husband. It took me the first year of our marriage, but I got him to stop leaving wet towels on the bed.
I don’t always carry cash, but when I do, it has to be in order. Ones, fives, tens, twenties and they’d better all be facing the same way. Now if I could just find a way to organize my coins inside my coin purse…
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Boy can I relate to the OCD thing!!! You’re a girl after my own heart.
Cyndi
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We have just GOT to band together so the rest of the world thinks THEY’RE the ones with the problem! LOL. I once read something I thought you’d enjoy: “I’m CDO. It’s kind of like OCD, except in alphabetical order like it should be.”
I love it! Of course it should be CDO. Then it’s properly organized!
Oh wow… LOL… you sound like me and Randy! Randy would be you. I’d be the disorganized one…. aww but I am on time most of the time!! Maybe we could make it work??
Ha, ha! You seem pretty organized. Yes! You two could make it work! Seriously, if David and I can do it, anyone can.
I’m surprised you got him to stop leaving his wet towels on the bed! We never could. LOL!