Germaphobe.
But that fear was raised times infinity when hubby got a staph infection in 2009. As the Emory CDC MD/professor explained to us, everyone has staph on their skin. My theory is that staph entered hubby's body after pruning saw palmettos at the beach house. After that he got a high fever and was on IV antibiotics at a local hospital for 6 weeks (not long enough, according to Emory). Tests were negative for staph. Then he started having back pain. As a former Div I college basketball player, he had a history of back problems (as does our daughter, a former walk-on for the MIT basketball team). He went to a well-known orthopedic clinic in Columbus. He was given every test and treatment they could think of. He was still in severe pain.
As I've said before, I happened to Google staph and back pain, and bingo, I diagnosed him. The clinic sent him to Emory because they said they have no expertise in infectious disease. Neither do I, but I'm smart enough to do some research.
The staph had set up in the disk between L1 and L2 and done major damage. Emory scheduled surgery ASAP. The surgeon said that if I hadn't diagnosed this, he would have been dead in a few weeks.
So, yes, I'm a mega-germaphobe.