That's more or less where I am with my OCD. It may or may not have anything to do with the heavy medications I'm on. I'm not so extreme that I eat food off the floor or not wash my hands after using the restroom, but I usually don't care about washing my hands before eating food.
My bedroom is an absolute mess 99% of the time. There's usually food crumbs, dirty clothes, half-finished drawings, notes to myself, and stuff I hoard strewn all around me. Sometimes I even have to make a path from my computer desk to the door just to get in and out of my room.
Sometimes when I do something gross like picking my nose or popping a zit, I think, "Hmm, I wonder what kinds of germs I just got on my hands? Will it make me sick? Will it make somebody else sick?" and then I don't care. Sometimes I even wipe it on my clothes or somewhere else, just to see if somebody else picks up the germs.
I went from spending most of my waking hours trying to protect myself and others from germs to becoming a living biohazard. I'm a horrible person.