Okay, you already know that I am obsessive. The first step is admitting it, so I have come at least that far.
A quick example of how obsessivness can be harmful to me:
When I had my wisdom teeth extracted, I was left with four large pits in my mouth. I was given a syringe to "gently rinse away" anything that might accumulate in the holes. I loved the syringe! I used it so much that I "gently rinsed away" all attempts my body was making to heal itself, and I ended up with extremely painful dry sockets. You would think that exposed nerve endings would teach me a lesson.
Here is my story. I was watching Good Morning America the other day. (Note: I NEVER watch this show. Who has time for morning television?) They did a short segment about sinusitus. Here is what I learned:
A lot of people get sinusitis. (I do!)
A lot of people go to the ER for their sinus pain. (Last year, I did!)
A lot of people spend money they don't have on a CAT scan to confirm that it is a sinus infection, and not a brain tumor. (I did that, too, and we are still paying for it!)
Since I am breastfeeding, and can no longer take sinus medication, I have been showing classic signs of the onset of a sinus infection. The doctor on GMA suggested irrigating the sinus cavity with salt water and a bulb syringe.
Wait just a minute...
I have salt.
I have water.
I have a bulb syringe.
And I like rinsing things.
This sounds like an activity for me! I got all my equipment and went into the bathroom. I squirted water up my nose, and let it drain. I did it again. I thought it would hurt, but it didn't. As I repeatedly irrigated my sinus cavity, I imagined all the little molecules of salt water scrubbing out the junky buildup. I envisioned a sparkling sinus cavity. I continued to squirt.
The doctor didn't say how many times to do it, so when I had used up my original batch of salt water, I decided to stop.
That was two days ago.
My nose has not stopped draining salt water down the back of my throat. I feel like the inside of my nose has been scrubbed with Comet. My head is heavy with the overstimulation of an area that should be left alone.
But all the while, my thought is "Just one more time. That'll fix it, I bet."
And here we go again.