An Odd Thought...

Before I climb into the bathtub (or shower, depending on my mood and the condition of my wild hair) I always go to the bathroom. (At 48, almost 49, peeing seems to be an hourly event.) Here's the "odd thought" part...I wash my hands before climbing into the tub.

Really, I'm asknig you, is that odd???

I'm not a germaphobe, contrary to popular belief. My family is laughing at that part. Just because I carry around a few bottles of antibacterial stuff with me, use paper towels to open restroom doors when I use a public restroom, and pull my sleeve down over my hand to open other doors does NOT a germaphobe make! If I were, I'd have a sterile house.

My house is far from spotless. It's basically clean, but MAN do I have clutter. One of my favorite fantasies (I won't go into the other fantasies...trust me, it's better that way!) is that the HGTV people from Cash in the Attic would come here and take all of my "stuff" away, and give me an organized, beautiful home. Then the HGTV gardeners can come and redo my yard and gardens, and the good ol' folks on the Today show (oh, how I love the Today show!) would give me a head-to-toe makeover! Yes, late at night I live in my own little fantasy world. It's about the only time that I have free.

I went to the doctor the other day and he said that I have stress-induced depression. TRD was one term given (sounds an awful lot like something to be flushed, but it stands for Treatment Resistant Depression) but he used a different word that, for the life of me, I can't remember.
He has prescribed a combination of two pills that, when taken together, are the equivalent of Symbyax. I go back in two weeks for a follow-up. "Get rid of the stress in your life" just isn't going to cut it, so I have my fingers crossed that the prescriptions will do the trick.

I think I'll go wash my hands........sweet dreams, dear readers.

shel