I'm glad you laughed, Perna. It reminds me that my obsessions are pretty funny, once I step outside of them!

Example: I went to the dentist today because my gum was bleeding. There was a good chance that my night-time toothgrinding had pushed a temporary crown down too far. But did I fixate on that? Oooooo, noooooo. I obsessed about maybe having contracted a flesh-eating virus. Two elderly women of my acquaintance, each of whom became infected with a flesh-eating bacteria (or virus, who cares) that does not respond to antibiotics, died shortly after.

I guess an out of place crown is not exotic enough for my fixations. At least I was laughing at myself even as I sat down in the chair and my dental student confirmed it was the crown.

Thanks for making me take myself less seriously.