Hand-washing takes on a whole new perspective when you know that your finger might end up in your seven-week-old son's mouth.
There are germs everywhere!
I just went to the bathroom. Now I'm washing my hands. With soap. Washing the soap off with the water. Turning the water off. Wait. That water faucet handle looks pretty dirty. I should clean that off before I touch it. With soap. That's better. Washing my hands again. With soap. Shutting off the water using the freshly cleaned handle. Drying my hands. Aha! Door handle. That's tricky. I'll keep a layer between it and me. I'll open it with the slightly damp paper towel in my hand. Then I'll toss the paper towel into the trash. I missed, of course. Pick it up. Get a new paper towel. Wait a second; did my finger just brush against the floor when I picked up that other paper towel? I better wash my hands just in case. Shut off the water. Dry my hands. Use the paper towel to open the door. Toss the paper towel. Made it in the trash. Now what about the light switch? Can't wash it; risk of electrocution. Need another paper towel.
Now I need to figure out how to type without touching my keyboard.
Posted at 14:27:00 | TrackBackI've always been like that... now I just contemplate dousing my hands with the rubbing alcohol after washing.
By the way, the most OCD-friendly bathrooms I've encountered are the bathrooms at Mohegan Sun. No door, those rotating seat-cover things (light activated), auto-flush, automatic sinks and hot air blowing things. All you have to touch is the stall door and the soap dispenser, and the water comes after that!
Bringing the baby to Mohegan Sun every time I need to wash my hands is out of the question, though.
Posted by Kate at 2004:05:20:13:19:03