Coughing, Driving and Resisting The Urge

I finally surfaced at 9.40am… and so far, have written a blog post. That’s it.! Oh, and I’ve just had breakfast… at 2.15pm. I know… it’s bad. I should be being productive and I will be… later. I had a bad night. We had a bad night. I must have spent at least 4 hours coughing. I hate this damn cough. I hate all damned coughs when they’re mine. I’ve even gone through most of a 400ml bottle of cough syrup… still coughing.!

Bear had an early shift too, so that helped. The car’s in for an MOT this afternoon. It better pass. We haven’t had it that long. I can’t be blamed for anything though as I haven’t driven it, so all suspension springs should be intact and the brake blocks not eroded. I like to drive even though I haven’t in almost seven years. Bear won’t let me. I have a driving license, he just won’t let me. He won’t add me to the insurance.

I used to have a Ford Fiesta, gorgeous little maroon rocket she was. I named her Ruby. I name most things, I’m weird like that. Ruby was awesome. She could do 0-60 in around 4 seconds even though she was only a 1.2l. That car had attitude and loved to race. The hills we used to fly over at 110mph… it’s a wonder I’m still alive. 😀 And she didn’t object when I called her ‘bitch’ every now and then.

Now, it’s 3.10pm and I’ve just been productive. Vacuuming up- and downstairs and bringing the laundry down. See, I can get my shit together when I need to. Dinner’s already sorted and quick ‘n’ easy and I have an appointment to see the Doc’ on Monday, about my shoulder. The depression can wait, for now. I’m not actively considering ways to brutally slaughter Bear with his iPad yet, so there’s nothing to be concerned about.

And now I need to shower… you know it’s bad when you smell yourself and nearly vomit… 😉 In my defence I did shower on Monday, so it’s not too bad. Bear’s out tonight at a political meeting, so I’ll be Xboxing until something good comes on TV, or he gets home and I sit and watch TV alone while he scrolls through Twitter, Facebook and any other brain-cell murdering social media site he can find while pretending to also watch TV with me… whatever. I can resist the urge to kill. For now.