My day from hell.
I don’t think I have had such a crap day in ages.
1am, woke up with chest pains. I have had these chest pains before, back in May. They couldn’t work out what was wrong with me then, so I didn’t hold much faith in them working out what was wrong this time. I walked around the house a bit and that seemed to relieve the pain. Crouching on all fours on my bed also did the trick.
2.30am, Dexie woke up.
3am, Dexie back to sleep. Me back to sleep.
3.30am, woke up with back pains. I don’t know whether I’ve been sitting awkwardly at work, or what, but the muscles in my upper back, extending around to my chest were incredibly painful. At this point I wonder if it is related to my chest pains, but I didn’t feel this last time.
6am, Dexie wakes up again and we are up for good.
8.45am, make doctors appointment about chest pains
9.30am, back out of driveway only to realise I have a flat tyre. Then realise that tyre is the spare because I had a flat tyre last week and didn’t get it fixed. Ring up and cancel doctors appointment. The annoying thiNG is that if it had been with my usual doctor I could have walked there and dealt with the tyre later, but I could only get an appointment with the sister clinic 2 suburbs away.
9.40am, ring RAA. They want to tow the car. Seems like overkill.
9.50am, ring the local Bridgestone and do my best damsel in distress act. They come and pick up my broken tyre.
10.30am, feeding Dexter, he reaches up and breaks my necklace. I made it, it was one of my faves.
11.30am, Bridgestone dude brings back a new tyre and put it on. I follow him back to the shop where I pay and they fix up my old tyre. Willow has great fun with the water dispenser.
11am, call work to let them know I’ll be late.
12noon, finally on my way to work.
12.50, stop at shop and pick up a chicken alla panna for lunch.
1pm, get to work. Woman leaving complains that people are always late on her shift and doesn’t even ask why I’m late.
2pm, eat my chicken alla panna.
3pm, Chicken alla panna is cold, it goes in the bin.
5pm, shift is finished, I feel sick. Catch the bus to the interchange, bus is crowded, so I wobblystand all the way home, drive to pick children up.
6pm, get home, hand children over to A and collapse in bed.
11pm, wake up and spend an hour throwing up the chicken alla panna. I’d been wanting to throw up since 5pm, so this is a good thing really. Although it takes a long time, I alternate between thinking I’ve finished and rushing back to the bathroom. Brush my teeth then go back to bed.
