I went blue when I read in the newspaper about Norovirus epidemic. I bought and made spray bottles of disinfectant to sterilize everywhere I can think of that someone might've touched. I've sprayed and wiped and poured it until I felt like my mind was the only thing that wasn't clean. It'd be great if I could drop the house into the pool of the disinfectant and swim in it. I wish I could curse my nails away so the viruses and bacteria don't get under them.
I bought special masks to wear outside and I always bring those sprays and sterilizers to wash my hands with. I also have a bootle of diluted propolis to gurgle with several times a day. At school I sterilize everything before I tough it.
I have a horrible memory of vomiting all day on the last highschool exam day. That was one of the times I wanted to die! It's something I wouldn't want my worst enemy to ezperience. I don't want to see anyone on earth go through it. Some folks may see me as a paranoid psycho obsessed with hygiene, but a place where ten million people have already been infected with it is virtual Hell in the eyes of an emitophobiac.