2.03.2008

Adventures in OCD

You down with OCD? Yeah you know me! -Random 80's Flashback

OK, I admit it, I have OCD. But I always thought that mine wasn't that bad. It doesn't affect my life or anything. My sister is MUCH worse. And last night, I watched a TV show about a man who was just totally over the top with his OCD. I hate to admit it, but I almost felt superior to him. I sort of judged him, and I am really not a judgemental person.
So, naturally, that bit me in the butt today.
One of my big things that I have issues with is bloody meat. Make my steak well done, thank you. And when I touch raw meat while cooking, I obsessively clean and wash my hands. My kids aren't allowed to touch the meat or the meat cooler while shopping.
Usually, when I buy meat, I pick up the package very carefully with my fingertips, put it in the plastic baggie, and move on. I'm not paranoid! Really.
But today....today was different.
Today at Sam's, I wanted boneless skinless chicken thighs. So I picked up the package, and felt liquid drip all over my hand.
Meat juice. a.k.a. blood. All over my hand.
I looked around for hand sanitizer....none.
I still needed to buy it, so I had Mr Wonderful open the plastic baggie and I dropped it in. (no sense contaminating him, too.) Of course, even more juice dripped on me.
I'm starting to panic.
I said to Mr W, "I have to go wash my hands NOW."
So we walked all the way across the store, back to the same bathrooms that I had visited just minutes earlier when we first walked in and I had to potty.
But I guess I was a little freaked out at this point, because I walked straight into the mens' room.
As I was walking in, I heard Mr W say "LOVE!!!" but I totally ignored him. Whatever he needed couldn't possibly be as important as washing my hands RIGHT THAT MINUTE.Then while washing, I noticed that the sinks had been moved to the other side of the bathroom since I was in there moments before. "How odd!" I thought.
Then I turned to leave and saw the urinals.
Ooops.
But my hands were clean, thank you very much.
I'm not crazy.

13 comments:

Sassy said...

Cyndy, thank you for visiting my blog. I was at Target when you commented, ha!

I love your blog, did you do the design yourself? GORGEOUS.

I will be checking in on your blog. Thank you for coming to visit!!!

Alison said...

you are too funny!! btw...I am the exact same way as you are with raw meat....sushi?? no way!!

Sarah O. said...

I'm the same way with meat. Cooking takes me forever because I have to wash my hands every time I touch raw meat. Thanks for letting me know that I'm not alone!

And thanks for visiting my blog! I'll be back here, too.

Nissa - said...

No, that's not OCD, hun. I'm the same way & I don't have OCD.... I think....

My hubby gets upset because I have to sop up any meat juice off my plate (and meat)with a napkin or papertowel. I can't stand the thought of any blood stuff touching my other food. And I hate cooking meat for the same reason. I feel contaminated for hours afterwards.

pb&j in a bowl said...

I am the same way. I HATE raw meat. And the juices that comes with it. When I was pregnant, I absolutely refused to cook chicken. The smell, and the way it looked made me get sick every time. I bet your husband was laughing when you came out of the men's romm, wasn't he?

krissy said...

Ha, Ha, Ha! That is just freaking hilarious! Ha, Ha, Ha!!! I got the funny image of you strutting into a men's restroom! I seriously almost choked on Diet coke!!!

Smoochiefrog said...

I'm sorry you have the OCD bug too.

That was still quite a funny story. It's a good thing there wasn't a man at the urinals though. :)

piper of love said...

Major OCD here! Major!! Your blog, btw, is outstanding... it's beautiful, and you write soooo well!

<3

Our Crooked Tree said...

Nothing wrong with a little OCD. Imagine if there were more out there like us...what a wonderful world it would be.

Kathryn said...

HA! At least no one else was in there, right? Too funny!
It sounds like we have a lot in common. I admit I am a bit OCD as well, but like you said, my sis is FAR worse.
I carry hand sanitizer with me everywhere we go. Nasty germs.

Anyway, thank you for stopping by my blog and commenting. It is nice to meet you!

A Whole Lot of Nothing said...

I just fell in love. With you. I saw your comment on Mommica's Ya, About That, and noticed your avatar. I'm SO with you on that sista. I'm in C. FL, too. I'll start stalking you immediately.

BTW - I don't touch/prepare/look at raw chicken. I hate the smell, the look, everything about it. But I loves me some fried chicken. Just don't make me touch it.

OHmommy said...

Oh, I am so the same way. I hate meat blood. And my meat is WELL done too.

Groovy Mom said...

lol! I've done that before too, and I'm the same way with meat. I'm passing my fear onto my children because when my four year old comes in the kitchen while I'm cooking, I've been known to say, "Stand back I have raw meat here."