At some point and time...due to the suggestion of a friend, I looked up OCD support groups on-line and found a meeting down the street from my house. It meets the first Thursday of every month. Or so said the web-site. This is something I've intended to do for a long time but haven't brought myself to do. My life-long struggle with obsessive compulsive disorder has been pretty traumatic. For years I just tried to deal with this by completely anniihalating my feelings about it, thus just increasing the problem. Just recently I decided that I need to just face the whole issue head on in the hopes I can finally put the issue behind me once and for all.

So...it was a late night for me last night. I slept very late. I got up at 5 pm. I realized I had plenty of time to make this group. I took a shower...made some phone calls and headed out. I walked to the meeting....(I don't drive). During the 30 minute walk I'm running through my head the issues I'd like to address. The effect OCD has had on my life, on the people around me. My seeming inability to move on with my life. The frequent bouts of depression. All these things. Looking at my phone I see I might be a few minutes late. The walk took me longer than I expected.

I arrive at the hospital. The web site says this group meets in Conference Room A. I ask the lady at the desk how to get there. She hands me a map of the hospital that is so garbled that it proves useless. I can, however make out what floor it's on (the first floor) and take the elevator. I ask an employee where conference room A is. She takes me there. I notice I'm 6 minutes late.

I walk into conference room A. I'm sweating and out of breath. I look like somebody who has totally slipped through the cracks. I'm wearing sandals, bellbottoms, and a weird orange pull over. I have a huge gash over my right eye from falling into a wall the night before (thats another story). I walk into the room, apologize for being late...and sit down. I notice that EVERYBODY is staring at me. The lady running this group stares at me for what seems like an eternity. I suddenly feel incredibly out of place. She finally asks "are you sure you're in the right place?" By this point I'm seriously doubting it. I ask "Is this the OCD support group?" and she replies "No...this is a pre-natal breast feeding class." I look around and see the room is full of women in their second or third trimester of pregnancy. Some are even holding baby dolls to their chests. I sincerely apologize and split with the quickness...

Yup...this is my life folks.

This story is absolutely true.......

How is Captain Quaalude?

The Lude' is awesome. He's chillin' in his new hamster cage now. It's got all sortsa' tubes and contraptions for him to hide and play in. He's diggin' it.......

Freakin hilarious!!!!!!!!!