Last week my roommate was scratched (barely) by a stray cat. Then a few days later I shared a cup with her. Since then I've been obsessed with the possibility that I could have rabies. It seriously is taking up every minute of my day. I spent $200 on doctors who nearly all told me I'm fine. Eff you, OCD.

My pdoc called me last night and explained why my chances of getting rabies are nil and ended with a commanding "YOU DO NOT HAVE RABIES!" Yes, sir!

Still I can't relieve myself of this worry. It's ruining my life in Cairo so far. I really hate OCD.