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.