Wednesday, January 24, 2007
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
OCD or Could You Repeat that Please!
I've written briefly about my OCD on one of my previous blogs, but I think it's time to explain what life is like in my world of OCD, which by the way stands for 'Oh my god, you Crazy Dork!' I think...
Anyway, as I mentioned before, in my case it's not too bad and doesn't control my life as it does for so many others. It's just a few funny things that I do in certain situations. I do admit, it has gotten worse over the last couple of years; or maybe I just noticed it more.
The first thing is my fixation at the sound of the toilet flushing. When I use the rest room, if the toilet doesn't make the right sound, I have to stand around and wait for the tank to fill up and flush it again. I only do this at home because I only know what my toilet sounds like when it flushes properly.
Another thing is when I have a song in my head, I count out the beats on my fingers before I go to sleep. If the song doesn't end on the last finger on my hand I have to keep counting it until it does. I can usually shorten this process by only thinking of one verse or chorus.
Now, what I often wonder is...why? How did I end up with these wierd displays of freakishness? Was I freightened by a plumber as a child? Were some beats horribly missed in a piece of music I heard? We all know what causes post tramatic stress syndrome, but what's up with this??
I've heard it said that it's a hiccup in the brain which is fine, but that term has also been used to describe Tourette's syndrome and epilepsy. I think they just don't know how to catagorize toilet flushing, beat counting, sentence repeating, hand washing, stove checking, door lock checking, not drinking to the bottom of the pop bottle in case there's spit, number repeating, freaks-in-training.
Now on the bright side, I'm so thankful that I don't have Tourette's. It would be so inconvenient to have to explain yourself when a woman walked by and you screamed out, 'bitch'. You would have to constantly explain, 'No, that wasn't my Tourette's, I actually meant it!'
My husband thinks I'm a freak, but as he romantically puts it, 'I'm his freak.'
Now, my daughter seems to have a kind of OCD where if she hears someone describe an illness, she thinks she has it. This can be quite funny when we watch the medical mystery shows I love to watch. Watching these shows, she has thought she has had every disease going. It was especially funny when on one show, a guy was brought into the ER with a ski through his head. Holly suspected that she had that too and it could be the cause of her recent headaches. I laughed until I stopped. Boy, is she a freak!!! But alas, she's my freak.
Anyway, as I mentioned before, in my case it's not too bad and doesn't control my life as it does for so many others. It's just a few funny things that I do in certain situations. I do admit, it has gotten worse over the last couple of years; or maybe I just noticed it more.
The first thing is my fixation at the sound of the toilet flushing. When I use the rest room, if the toilet doesn't make the right sound, I have to stand around and wait for the tank to fill up and flush it again. I only do this at home because I only know what my toilet sounds like when it flushes properly.
Another thing is when I have a song in my head, I count out the beats on my fingers before I go to sleep. If the song doesn't end on the last finger on my hand I have to keep counting it until it does. I can usually shorten this process by only thinking of one verse or chorus.
Now, what I often wonder is...why? How did I end up with these wierd displays of freakishness? Was I freightened by a plumber as a child? Were some beats horribly missed in a piece of music I heard? We all know what causes post tramatic stress syndrome, but what's up with this??
I've heard it said that it's a hiccup in the brain which is fine, but that term has also been used to describe Tourette's syndrome and epilepsy. I think they just don't know how to catagorize toilet flushing, beat counting, sentence repeating, hand washing, stove checking, door lock checking, not drinking to the bottom of the pop bottle in case there's spit, number repeating, freaks-in-training.
Now on the bright side, I'm so thankful that I don't have Tourette's. It would be so inconvenient to have to explain yourself when a woman walked by and you screamed out, 'bitch'. You would have to constantly explain, 'No, that wasn't my Tourette's, I actually meant it!'
My husband thinks I'm a freak, but as he romantically puts it, 'I'm his freak.'
Now, my daughter seems to have a kind of OCD where if she hears someone describe an illness, she thinks she has it. This can be quite funny when we watch the medical mystery shows I love to watch. Watching these shows, she has thought she has had every disease going. It was especially funny when on one show, a guy was brought into the ER with a ski through his head. Holly suspected that she had that too and it could be the cause of her recent headaches. I laughed until I stopped. Boy, is she a freak!!! But alas, she's my freak.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Waiting For My Superpowers
First of all, may I wish all of you and yours a very happy New Year!
Now to business. Forgive me for taking so long to blog. In the last couple of months, I have come down with every illness known to man including "pink eye"!? I'm serious...it's not funny. Apparently, I must have been playing in the sand box with a slew of four year old's, four times and just don't remember it! I've had pink eye four times in the last few months. Turns out I'm a walking medical mystery. However, I'm o.k. now, knock on wood. So, I will hopefully be back to my old blogging self, much to your chagrin.
My subject for today will center around my forthcoming 'super-powers'. Yes, you read right; my super powers! Other super hero's have really boring super powers such as being half spider, or half bat. I decided to pray for a more useful super power, and I believe I will be receiving it soon. It is the power to destroy loud stereos, boom boxes or radios at will. Now that would be useful!
You see, I live on the seventh floor of an apartment, on a busy street, and the noise level from the other apartments and the cars is really beginning to get on my nerves. You know the music is too loud when a car is waiting at the lights a block away and from my 7th floor apartment I can hardly hear my television because of the bass coming from this car. To add insult to injury, there is someone in the apartment building who plays his music constantly. It actually sounds like the same song, over and over again! Is he an 'idiot savant', I wonder?
Even my daughter keeps asking me when my super powers will arrive. She's as anxious as I am about the noise.
So, I am waiting impatiently for God to give me my super powers a.s.a.p. When I do receive them, I have promised to use them only for good and not evil and only when absolutely necessary. I'll let you know when I get them....
Now to business. Forgive me for taking so long to blog. In the last couple of months, I have come down with every illness known to man including "pink eye"!? I'm serious...it's not funny. Apparently, I must have been playing in the sand box with a slew of four year old's, four times and just don't remember it! I've had pink eye four times in the last few months. Turns out I'm a walking medical mystery. However, I'm o.k. now, knock on wood. So, I will hopefully be back to my old blogging self, much to your chagrin.
My subject for today will center around my forthcoming 'super-powers'. Yes, you read right; my super powers! Other super hero's have really boring super powers such as being half spider, or half bat. I decided to pray for a more useful super power, and I believe I will be receiving it soon. It is the power to destroy loud stereos, boom boxes or radios at will. Now that would be useful!
You see, I live on the seventh floor of an apartment, on a busy street, and the noise level from the other apartments and the cars is really beginning to get on my nerves. You know the music is too loud when a car is waiting at the lights a block away and from my 7th floor apartment I can hardly hear my television because of the bass coming from this car. To add insult to injury, there is someone in the apartment building who plays his music constantly. It actually sounds like the same song, over and over again! Is he an 'idiot savant', I wonder?
Even my daughter keeps asking me when my super powers will arrive. She's as anxious as I am about the noise.
So, I am waiting impatiently for God to give me my super powers a.s.a.p. When I do receive them, I have promised to use them only for good and not evil and only when absolutely necessary. I'll let you know when I get them....
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