Following yesterday's post where I shared with the group just how completely neurotic I can be, I entered into conversation with two colleagues at work, Dr-D and Awesome-Ward Clerk-M.
(Awesome-Ward-Clerk-M has been shortened to AWCM)
Me: I wrote about more of my LOCDs again last night. (I then proceeded to tell them about my intricately planned out routine from work as highlighted here)
AWCM: (To Dr-D) Her OCDs are worse than yours.
Dr-D: My OCDs are just making sure my letters are formatted and saved correctly. Hers are definitely worse.
Me: I fail to see what is wrong with knowing what you like and sticking to it.
Dr-D: (Raises his eyebrows silently)
AWCM: Why do you call them LOCDs?
Me: Because they're only Lisa's version of OCDs as I'm afraid to go to my GP in case I really get given the diagnosis.
Dr-D: Too late.
Me: (looks at him as the colour drains from my face) Holy crap, you're a Psychiatrist aren't you?
Dr-D: That's what they tell me.
Me: ... Damn it.
...
It's not official until I'm sitting on a chair in a doctors office at an appointment I booked. Until then I'm still going to say I have LOCD's only.
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