Someone, please help me. I am doped up on nerve pills; consequently, I have no idea just how coherent this will be. However, being the fighter that I am, I will give it my best shot. The first thing that you might need to know in order to understand my dilemma is that I have a behavioral disorder. I am compulsive obsessive. Water spots on my sink will cause me to hyperventilate; spots on my bathroom mirrors will make my hair stand up like Mcduff's when he and the Devil cat are in combat;
the fringe on my rugs must be orderly, and all items must be in their designated space. Crazy, huh?
Workmen came Monday to replace all my carpeting with wood flooring. Larry has allergies. Silly me-couldn't get rid of the animals so out with the carpet and in with the wood. I thought the workmen would be as I am. One room at a time, all orderly and sufficient. Not so. I have furniture piled on furniture, boxes upon boxes, glassware stacked to the ceiling. There is not a bed in the house upon which to rest our weary bones. Not one room in my house has remained untouched by chaos. I can't cook, for so many things are piled on my stove. Even my microwave lies beneath the mountain of litter. The use of my computer is the only compensation that I have at the moment. Unfortunately, I don't know how long this luxury will last. If you see that I have not been blogging, you will understand that the battlefield has moved to my last citadel of defense and totally destroyed my small remaining fortress.
How long will this struggle continue? The workmen say a week. I don't believe that order to this destruction could possibly be achieved in one week, 7 days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes. Even if against all odds that they could possible finish in this time, I may be in the mental hospital, and I'm not for sure that computer access will be available to me there.
If you don't hear from me, please send any donations that you see fit to any organization doing research in compulsive obsessive behavior disorders.
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In the meantime, put on your coat and go for a nice walk xxx
To bad you couldn't get away for a week.But if your like me,I have to be there to make sure it get's done the way I want.Now if it was summer you could rent a camper,or just go camping,animal's and all..[LOL]Don't OD on nerve pill's Angie...[TONGUE]Be safe[HEART]
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I have Anxiety an aftermath from shock at loss of three loved one's in 4year span..Never seeked help,I was strong,me I can handle anything thrown at me...Sure I was,NOT!!!
I can go day's and don't need them.Then bang,it can be a day when I'll get one attack after another.Caused by happy, sad or stress.
So I know what you mean by something such as CPBD,that emotion which one has no control over.[SAD]Aren't those little white pill's wonderful..[SMILE]
Floor's will be completed soon.So easy to keep clean.But oh no [ROLLEYES] those dust bunnie's with wood floor's.[LOL]
in one direction, everything must be in its designated place, and who likes peace and orderliness. I can't help it!
Two years ago I had a contractor come in and do some work on the house--it drove me totally nuts to see everything in disarray, messy, amd strewn about.
I almost went nuts--and didn't have nerve pills to numb me through it.
I understand your dilemma completely!! Sue[OHMY]