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More of my weirdness...
When I previously revealed my affinity for adding water to shampoo, conditioner, etc. to use every last drop, several of you showed me that I'm not the only one who has these odd little quirks.

In that spirit, here's another one.

I hate putting my hand inside of a bag, box or container that is holding food. I'm talking about potato chip bags, popcorn bags, boxes of crackers, ice cream containers, etc. I will cut off a bag to avoid having to reach inside it. Heck, I'll cut off an ice cream container, too, if it mean I don't have to have my hand in it. I can't stand having the oil, salt, ice cream cling-ons, etc. stuck to the back of my hand. If I am scooping out ice cream and some gets on my hand I have to stop --- right then --- and wash it off before I can finish scooping.

My DH considers this simply beyond the pale, especially when these are the same hands that will trim the hair off of the dog's dingle jacket without a second thought.

But, as I've mentioned to him, that really isn't the same thing...
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posted by weebles on Wednesday, January 16, 2008 at 10:47 AM
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posted by gillfish on Jan 17, 2008 at 04:45 PM
As far as things I don't like the feel of-stubble on my legs is all I come up with. I can't eat any dairy after anyone has ate or drank some of it. Double dipping is gross unless it's just me and my stuff. I am sure this is all very facinating :)
posted by Joty on Jan 17, 2008 at 05:36 PM

Thanks gillfish, it was hard, and it's still hard. Even after 14 years. She would've been 86 yesterday.

posted by madkow2747 on Jan 17, 2008 at 06:14 PM
I'm so sorry, Joty!  I hope that her doctor has at least figured out that maybe he should actually listen to his patients!  Psychiatric illnesses are so difficult to deal with- I think they're difficult for non-psychiatric doctors too.  It isn't always a case of signs + symptoms = specific condition.  With my sister, the doctors did tests for a year before she was diagnosed with Panic Disorder.  (Of course not helped by my parents refusing to believe that their daughter might have a mental problem...)  And in the meantime her life was just falling apart because no one knew what was wrong with her.  Oh, and once she was finally diagnosed, the first psychiatrist was one of those shrinks that told her that she was a "victim", and generally just screwed her up more.
posted by Joty on Jan 18, 2008 at 08:45 AM

I am happy to say that her "doctor" is dead. I hated that man.

posted by LoriMorales on Jan 19, 2008 at 05:02 PM

Doctors and shrinks --- buyer beware.  Sorry Joty, about your mom.  Suicide is devastating to all family and friends but, double devastating to the children. 

I'm a great one for trying hard to just get through it.  Walk, hike, cook, read, play a fun game with the kids ..... but if this doesn't work and you have no quality of life, then medication should be considered. 

I have always had problems falling a sleep (since my early 20s) and tried to work through it for about 35 years.  I can't tell you the hundreds of days I lost not knowing what the hell I was doing.  I mean, you can only go so many days on a couple hours sleep night after night.  Now I take enough stuff to put a horse down.  I don't care - I sleep well nearly every night and wake up ready for the world.  Yeah for meds.

posted by Joty on Jan 19, 2008 at 05:07 PM

Thanks for the kind words Lori. Yep, if I need meds to get through something, I'm going to take them!

I met a woman in New Orleans that used Nyquil as her "sleep aid". I can't stand to take that stuff even when I have a cold...but it would knock her on her butt when she needed to sleep.

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