Lazy Germophobe

  I’m typing this with a plastic glove on my hand. It’s not going great. I tried cotton gloves, but they don’t work with the trackpad. I wear those cotton gloves overnight after applying A&D Ointment in hopes that my dry and damaged skin will bounce back somewhat while I’m asleep. But last night I got cute and tried shea butter. It’s natural , I thought. It’ll work even better! Nope. My skin was drier this morning than if I had used Jergens.    It’s going to be a long day.    I said I was going to write about my anxiety and OCD, but I haven’t yet. I’d love to say I don’t have the time, but the truth is, it’s mental and emotional energy that I’m lacking.    Plus, it’s embarrassing.    But I still want to. Not sure where to start, so for now, I’ll briefly explain my “brand” of these conditions. Because they do come in different flavors.    I have generalized anxiety disorder (GAD). My version looks like this:    Catastr...

At the boys' pediatrician, a picture hung on the wall of a baby wearing several coats. It said, "You can't be too careful!" and advised something about safety, probably shots. We all agreed, that graphic did not serve its purpose. Baby had way too many layers on and could have overheated. It was troubling and distracting, which detracted from the point being attempted. At every appointment, one of us invariably objected, "But you CAN be too careful!" Well...perhaps that should be my 2020 motto. When being too careful becomes harmful, that's a problem. When "better safe than sorry!" means overreacting to every perceived threat, it's gone too far. When germophobia becomes full-blown OCD, it's time to seek help.  That's exactly where I am. The details may be mortifying for me to admit, but I am going to TRY to write more about my anxiety because that’s the dominant feature of my life at the moment. It seems disingenuous to blog about g...