And I have no idea what triggered it. Usually, it's manageable, a minor frustration over a plan not coming together, or something not being where she thinks she left it, or she's miffed at me because I asked for a ride to school and I "didn't TELL" her that I was going to C, not to R (I did but you know how it goes)... Yesterday she was freaking out about the panther pee...OK, we cleaned it up, get on with your day. No. Obsessing, whining, nagging, fussing...all about a puddle of cat pee that we cleaned up. Just DEAL with it already. Today I was able to walk to school, so I didn't wake her, but there were several crises waiting for me. Another puddle of panther pee (he has an appointment at the vet on Friday), but she cleaned it up. Then she decided that she wanted to check her credit scores...I have no idea why. She couldn't find the free one that you get once a year, and started yelling at me because I didn't remember, either. Now, I have an excellent memory, but I can't remember everything. After wigging out about that for a while, she started wigging out about running the dishwasher. Then she decided she had to rewash the clean, folded laundry in the basket because one of the panther boys sat in the basket. Then there was no wheat bread. Or soft butter. And her pen got lost. And she wanted to use the pink highlighter, but I don't have a pink one, so she stopped everything to go find a pink highlighter. And then I didn't have one stamp..."but I only need ONE." "Miss KT, I don't have any stamps." When I mentioned (calmly and quietly, really) that I thought she needed to get her Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) under control, she said, "I can't. Dr. G won't give me medications for it." "Well, find a therapist or something, Miss KT, because you seriously need to learn how to handle it when your plans are changed." She started tensing up Saturday, and just seems to be getting spun even tighter as the days go on. Could it be the fear of my surgery on the 3rd? Or of having to take care of me? Ever since my bff's stroke and subsequent paralysis, she's been terrified of the possibility of my dying, and this time I actually have paperwork in place to allow Hubby to make decisions for me. I just don't know how to stop her from catastrophizing and stressing herself out. She makes me tired.