Spooked
Oh, god, I feel sick. I just got back from getting a pedicure (a going-to-work treat from Mom) and when I was driving into my neighborhood I looked up to adjust my mirror. As soon as I looked back at the street there was a little boy on a bike standing in the middle of the street. If I hadn't looked right then I might have hit him. I was able to stop in time and motion him to the other side of the street but the thought of what could've happened is making me nauseous. When I was in high school I had a lot of intrusive thoughts related to car accidents and hitting pedestrians and this taking me right back to then. I know I'll be freaking out about it all night. For someone with OCD, the thought of what could or might be is often just as terrifying as reality.
I guess I'll spend the rest of the night looking after the house and getting ready for tomorrow - packing a lunch, laying out my clothes, finding my shoes, etc. Sparky deserves some attention, too, since I was gone this afternoon.
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Mom just called. She and Dad were supposed to stop at a hotel tonight and get home tomorrow afternoon. I guess they're pushing on and will be home tonight. She didn't sound too happy about it but I'm a little relieved. I don't like being alone in this house. It's too big. Not to mention, it makes me sad when Sparky cries out for Mom at night. He misses her so much. He'll be happy to see her later.
I guess I'll spend the rest of the night looking after the house and getting ready for tomorrow - packing a lunch, laying out my clothes, finding my shoes, etc. Sparky deserves some attention, too, since I was gone this afternoon.
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Mom just called. She and Dad were supposed to stop at a hotel tonight and get home tomorrow afternoon. I guess they're pushing on and will be home tonight. She didn't sound too happy about it but I'm a little relieved. I don't like being alone in this house. It's too big. Not to mention, it makes me sad when Sparky cries out for Mom at night. He misses her so much. He'll be happy to see her later.