Heel Today, Gone Tomorrow...

Hi everyone, so it's been a while...a long while. Life has been pretty hectic as usual and I have lots to talk about with you all (JOY!).

However, I don't want my first post in months to just be a massive catch-up drone so, I wanted to share a  funny little OCD incident which occurred a couple of weeks ago...

So there I was, I had worked up enough courage to walk up into Havant on my lunch break. Things had gone pretty well, I'd managed to pick up a couple of oh-so-healthy Gregg's pasties and a Kate Moss lipstick. However, on my way back to the office, I noticed my left shoe was making a rather odd sound...then to my absolute dismay the sodding heel came off! Now, to the average Joe, this would be nothing more than a mere inconvenience; however, to the OCD ridden mind (more specifically dog feaces contamination fear), this was somewhat of a DISASTER.

There I was, a good 100m from my office, stranded outside the hairdressers, pasties in hand and a left leg markedly lower than its counterpart. I stood there motionless for a good few moments, as the old familiar wave of fear encroached me. In my head I was cursing and mentally sweating, before realising that I was not yet brave enough to pick the heel up; so I kicked it. Yep fellow OCD'ers, you heard me, I kicked the bloody thing down the entire length of South Street. I phoned my Mum to alleviate some of the embarrassment I felt. A problem shared is a problem halved after all.....hmm, still not sure if that applies to OCD : /

Anyway, after a good few minutes kicking my heel along the cobbles and cracks, whilst all the time still avoiding any suspicious stains on the ground, I made it back to work. Although this came with it's own array of problems as I was met with the stairs leading up to the front door. Luckily(?), one of my colleagues arrived shortly after and whilst I felt ridiculous, the fear overcame me and I explained to her the situation as best I could and asked if she could please pick up my heel and put it in a carrier bag. I have to say the complete humiliation and uselessness I felt suddenly jolted my mind and I did feel a sense of disappointment that I hadn't managed to challenge the OCD to the extent where I could actually pick up the heel myself.

However, once back upstairs in the office, I had an amazing realisation, a realisation that was met due to my boss. After relaying my tale of terror to him, he simply replied 'Mate, at least you can laugh about it, you couldn't have done that a few months back'. And he was right, I couldn't, I wouldn't have. I would have been in a state of shock and upset, probably still stood outside the hairdressers, frozen in fear, staring at that sodding heel.

So yes, whilst I may not have yet been able to actually pick up the heel myself. I was able to at least see the funny side and not let it ruin my day, which is half the battle really, isn't it?

Thanks for reading.
Becca xoxo