Foiled

I pride myself on being a quiet person and minding my own business – most of the time.  But even the best of virtues can be foiled by OCD.

I have a drawer at my desk at work where I keep some germophobe supplies.  I have some extra vinyl gloves and plastic sandwich baggies in there, and it’s also where I keep the box of plastic wrap that I use to cover my keyboard every day before leaving the office.  There are some non-germophobe items in it, too.  I have some books and papers in there, and a box of foil.  I like to heat up my lunch in the toaster oven rather than in the microwave, and I wrap my food in the foil.

A few days ago, I was almost ready to leave the office, and I had just placed the plastic wrap over my keyboard.  I put the box back in the drawer, but the drawer has become a bit overcrowded lately.  When I went to close the drawer, one corner of the box of foil hit the outside of the desk.  That was bad, because it’s the bottom drawer, so it’s low, where feet tread.  And I use my shoe to open and close the drawer.  I don’t use the handle; I pry it open at the edge with the corner of my shoe.  So hitting the outside of the desk drawer was bad news, but it was time to leave.  I suppose I should have taken out the box and placed it on some napkins, but I adjusted it down in the drawer so that the contaminated surface wasn’t touching anything.

The following day at lunchtime, I opened the drawer to get out the foil, and I remembered the dirty corner.  I got it out, held the box in the center, and pulled off a piece of foil.  I almost put the box back in the drawer, but I thought about what a pain it was going to be to try to keep it from contaminating other parts of the drawer or my hand (if I had a memory lapse).  If the foil had been almost gone, I would have put up with it, but the box felt heavy.  It was going to be around for a while.  Then I remembered that, in the distant past, I had pulled all of the foil out of a box, presumably because it had been contaminated.  That’s what I needed to do this time.

I waited until the lunch hour so that most people would be out of the office, but I’m fairly certain I could hear one person close by moving around at her desk.  But it had to be done.  I started tearing off pieces of foil.  I tore them off in just the right size to wrap up some food for a lunch.  I tore, and I tore, and I tore.  I was a bit self-conscious, and I worried that someone would complain.  But no one did.  I made it to the end and threw out the offending box.  Next came the task of folding up each piece so that they would take up less space and would be easy to grab.  I counted as I went along.  Fifty-seven pieces!  I would have had that box well over a year!  I made the correct decision.

Yet another way OCD affects us:  It makes us act out of character.  I naturally do not like to make noise and draw attention to myself.  But what must be done must be done, for a germophobe.

Posted in Uncategorized | Leave a comment

Flying Cheese

As germophobes, we experience more daily hassles than most people, and consequently, more stress.  How do we keep going?  What keeps us afloat?  Having good, supportive relationships is a huge help, but we can’t have someone by our side around …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | Leave a comment

Tainted

I don’t like change.  When I find something I like, I stay with it.  That’s my MO.  In fact, when someone comes along and alters the delicate balance of my world, it upsets me.  This has happened time and again …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | 1 Comment

The Price of Technology

It’s the twenty-first century.  Our lives are filled with electronic devices of every shape and size.  Not that many years ago, the receptionists at my office took down handwritten messages from callers.  Now everyone in the office has a personal …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | Leave a comment

Little White Lie

Is it wrong to lie?  How about a little white lie?  A person who always tells the truth must be admired, but is it always the best decision?  For a germophobe, perhaps not.  Judge for yourself. I was at the …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | Leave a comment

Doggy Bank

As with most businesses, I see a bank as a place to be exposed to a superabundance of germs.  We all know how filthy money is, so maybe a bank is even worse than some other places.  My latest visit …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | Leave a comment

Rain, Rain

“Rain, rain – go away, come again another day.”  How many times I have thought the words of the popular nursery rhyme.  Some people love the rain.  I like it in small doses.  I am a lover of sunshine.  But …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | Leave a comment

The Fly, the Parking Lot, and the Vacuum Cleaner

It’s not always the earth-shattering germophobe violations that make having OCD a challenge.  The little things can build upon one another until they seem monumental.  Even something as tiny as a fly can contribute to the mountain that starts as …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | Leave a comment

The Worst Thing Imaginable – Again

One of my first accounts related in this blog goes by the first part of the above title.  I had hoped I would never have to relate a similar story, but alas, I must. I walked into the office at …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | 1 Comment

Lesson Learned

I have a confession.  I did something I said I wouldn’t do.  Some time ago I wrote a post entitled “I Won’t Go There Again,” but I did go there again.  Did I learn my lesson? When I decided to …
Continue reading »

More Galleries | Leave a comment