I can commiserate with you a bit. My mom knows full well she's got debilitating anxiety and does see a therapist, but makes little progress. My parents are down visiting now and it takes her over an hour to take a shower because of her OCD. I called her yesterday morning and the first thing she said was that she's running behind because she was up from 3am-4:30am worrying there was a shooter in the hotel and coming up with an escape plan, then she couldn't get in the shower because she forgot her shampoo and was worried she'd be allergic to the stuff in the hotel. Finally, more than two hours later she was ready to come to my house. I have sympathy for her because I know how bad anxiety can be, but I also have a lot of resentment because I inherited my anxiety from her. All my health anxiety and food anxieties mirror hers since I grew up with her. I always have to jump in before she give these worries to my daughter. Today at the park my 4 year old fell and was crying. She lept out of her seat and the first thing she says is - DID SHE BREAK HER ANKLE?? Nothing can just be a small thing. It's always the absolute worst. Any time she spends the night here she'll judge me because I'm not going in to check on my daughter 10 times a night. If she coughs or sneezes or yawns he feels her head for a fever. My allergies have been back this weekend and I stayed home from lunch yesterday to rest. She asked me about 10 times, "do you think it's just allergies or something else?" ... this is why I am how I am and it's gotten to the point where it just makes me angry. When we went out to eat the first thing she said was that she wanted a salad, but couldn't because the lettuce is always contaminated.
Sorry for the rant! But, I feel you. I hope you have/had a lovely birthday, though!