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My ex-wife was episodically OCD. She could be a complete slob, and then get something in her head and be obsessed by it. Often it was cleaning the baseboards in the kitchen and bathrooms. She would scrub them until her fingers bled. Then completely forget about it for a month or so.
This is one of my worst memories, but this thread brought it up. When my dog Abbey was dying of a brain tumor, she was in terrible pain. I came home from the office one afternoon to hear the dog crying in pain in her crate. My wife was sitting on the floor not ten feet from her, sorting her nail polish (she must have had 50 bottles of it). She was totally oblivious to the dog's suffering. The next morning, I took Abbey to the vet to end her suffering. When I got home, my wife was still sorting nail polish, and asked where I had been.
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