TV is bad for your mental health

Two excellent TV programmes are giving me heebyjeebies at the moment.

First we have "Bodies" which I avidly watched last year while pregnant, and vowed with gusto never EVER to let anyone open me up after seeing what can go wrong in Ob/Gyn surgeries. The new season started again last night, which of course I taped for viewing this morning over breakfast.

Um. Perhaps not a good idea... I forgot how gory it can be when viewed with muesli in one hand and a baby in the other. It just reinforced our decision that perhaps stopping at one is a good idea after all. Seeing upfront and person what it looks like when a baby is ventoused out is a bit much. Poor Braeden, no wonder his nose is still a bit squished.

The other one was nothing like as gory but ten times more frightening.

"House"

Last night the storyline followed a guy who was exposed to Brucellosis. Normally this would not be fatal to most people, but he was on antacid medication and thus his digestive juices did not kill off the nasties, which caused "vegetation" to grow in his heart, thus damaging it beyond repair.

If ever I needed MORE encouragement to be frantic about nasties around Braeden, this put the kibosh on it. Before Baby I was of the attitude that exposure to a certain amount of life was a good thing, but I have to admit that since that date I've revised my attitude a lot.

And that was before I found out that antacids stop a body from killing of ingested nasties.

Of course Mum will say that I'm not nearly careful enough (she bids me to DUST, dammit, and that's not something I have time to do more than once a week these days), and part of me thinks she's right.

Another gung-ho part says "Oh good grief you manic tart, everything the kid touches gets washed within an inch of its life and you've ruined more toys than you care to admit by putting them in the steriliser or washing machine. Let the kid get ***some*** antibodies, will ya?"

But until Braeden is able to come off Losec, I guess I will just have to continue to keep the cats outside and the dogs on their respective beds, and off ours. It did not help that Psittacosis was one of the possibles bandied about as to why this guy was on death's door..

Now how to repair my relationship with my father in law who does not understand why I won't let him pat the dog then cuddle his grandson unless he washes up thoroughly first?

Is there a twelve step programme for neurotics? This is NOT one of the things I was warned about when expecting :-)