I know some of you have issues with anxiety, OCD, and germ type stuff. I swear I am getting worse about that as I age. It used to just be that I had to count things in threes. It's not just that I count things in 3's. Sometime in my teens I started doing sets of 3's. So, if I count 3 windows on a building from left to right, I then have to count the same 3 windows right to left, and then again left to right to complete the set of three. I know exactly when my germ phobia started. Fall 1997 when I started teaching and traveling cross country for work. I love kids but they are bubbling, snotty cauldrons of germs, mucous, and spittle. It never fails the sicker the little ones are the more they want to hug you and hold your hand. :yuck: Now there are days when I swear the germ thing is almost paralyzing. :redface: For instance, this happend back in June. I had just left Wal-Mart and was in the parking lot. As I approached my car I noticed a Coke can on it's side behind my right rear tire. Like an idiot I went to nudge it out of the way with my foot. It spun around and warm sticky Coke sprayed over the front of my right foot. I was wearing flip-flops and my first thought was, "Aaaccckkk! I've got someones Coke back wash on me!" I got in the car and wiped off my foot with a paper towel. It was all I could do not to hyperventilate. I started trying to remember if I had a cut on my foot, what if this person had meningitis or encephalitis. No cuts, thank God. I calmed down enough to drive home. Once home and in the garage I took off my flip-flop and sprayed it and my foot with the closest thing available. . . Windex. I figured the ammonia in it would neutralize anything contagious. (Hey, it worked for the dad in My Big Fat Greek Wedding!) Once inside, of course I went to the bathroom and thoroughly washed my feet with anti-bacterial soap and a few spritzes of Clorox Clean-Up. After that I was okay. Oddly, I can live with clutter, as long as it's clean. I am a pile for everything, and everything in it's pile person. However, you could do surgery in my kitchen or bathroom. I swear I should own stock in Clorox-Clean up and ammonia. I have given myself migraines just from the cleanser fumes when I clean the bathroom. :frown1: It's official isn't it? I am totally batshitcazy aren't I. :redface: What do you count, if you count? What's your number that you count by? Are you a germaphobe? About your person or your car, household etc.?