My Day

I drove the car today to work. But in retrospect, it isn't really ace. The exhaust blows a lot. I was also so damn jumpy. Every time I saw a white van my anxiety increased and by the time I'd got to work I was wound up like a finely coiled spring.
Work was manic. Damn place. I never got a break again. I just pee'd for the first time since 7am this morning. That isn't healthy.
And driving home was the same. I got a large, deluxe crook lock on the floor and when I turned a corner it shifted and banged the side. I jumped a mile.
I need to see a doctor tonight but there's no appointments. Infact there's none until next Thursday. What utter crap. I hate that surgery was such passion, I hate having to see doctors, having to speak to those horrid receptionists. The doctor was the one who told me to come back tomorrow night too.
I also broke my glasses, I could sit and weep actually. I hate this week.
Bailey's out in the garden. With my luck she'll run away.
Sigh
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