Chaos

We have touched on the topic of OCD. One of my "things" before I leave the house. I have to check the stove(even if I have not cooked). I have to check all of my candles to make sure none are lit. Coffee pot off...you get the picture.

Today I am running late for my Maggie appointment. By late that means I am actually on time because I ALWAYS have to be 15 minutes early for my appointments, just in case.Why am I running late? I have spent the morning on the phone with the insurance company. Really, does this just ever go well for any one? Does any one hang up cheerful after talking to the insurance company?

I am feeling pretty good on the way to the office. I get in the elevator and realize I have no glasses. Yeah that's right, I got all the way to the hospital not seeing. Well, this starts to trigger me. What else didn't I do? My Maggie time is shared with a student. I love strange people watching me when I look like I am in labor. Yeah, that's what it looks like when she is all bending me and twisting me, LABOR, giving birth. AWESOME.

My blurry eyed self got home, The coffee pot was on. The heating pad was  on. The door was unlocked.
I might as well had a bon fire in my living room.

End result. I lived. Nothing bad happened.

Tonight I also wanted to touch on my safe person. The one I have been kind of making sound like an ass. He really isn't. Again, if you follow my blog I am coming from a place of frustration. "Baby sitter" is actually a really good guy. He has been protecting me since before I needed protecting.
This is a man I left standing in line at Wal Mart  with my purse and my tampons while I had a melt down and ran out the door. This is the man who STAYED in line at the Wal Mart with my tampons and purse and paid for them and met me outside. That's a good guy.

Peace and Love