Mouse Girl

 First, a quick reintroduction. This is Junebug:  She's little. She's white and gray. She's a bit of a nervous nelly. She's very fast. She is seven(ish) months old. She has two sister: Dandelion and Petal. She has lots of aliases including Junie B., Bugaboo, Bug, Buggy, and Little Bug/gy.  She is one of my current mice. I've already written about her here three times. Which is to say, you can find out more about her in  A Climber ,  The Little Ones , and  Mouse Watching - A Play by Play Account .  Now, a little content warning before we continue. This is about a mouse wound, a human's anxious thoughts, a minor mousey medical procedure, and recovery. Some of the descriptions might be unpleasant and there is a couple of photos of the abscess/wound. This is to say, if you would rather not  read about all of that/see any of that, that's okay. Just, stop reading now.  Still reading? Okay great.  A few weeks ago, I saw what I thought might be ...

 I have started seeing a new therapist and when describing some issue she asked whether anyone had suggested I might have OCD before. And, well, yes.  The therapist I was seeing in 2019 was the first person to, in some sort of official capacity, suggest I have OCD. This is likely because, for the two preceding years, as I was quadruple checking the stove in my apartment, I neglected to talk to a therapist. In 2019, though, my symptoms were peaking and I had moved in with my sibling so...there was someone around to be affected by those symptoms. At one point, I had crumpled to the floor in the kitchen, sobbing, thinking I was going to die. All the while, Nash had to stand by, looking concerned. I was so embarrassed that I put them through that, and I felt really guilty. That is what led me to seek anti-anxiety medication and therapy.  Prior to that...I was distressed, a lot, because of my OCD but I just kind of...quietly suffered. Sometimes, I would shame-faced admit to a ...