Nov 21

 Today was about as much of a shit show as you can get.

So. I didn't sleep again. Couldn't. Despite being even more tired. Didn't sleep. I think I got to sleep around 7am again. And was then up for 9.30 am to get to the docs.

Felt like shit. Took it slow, left plenty of time to get to the docs.

Except I didn't get there. Car died. Battery flat.

Last year, MOT, Kwik fit replaced the battery - despite it being in theory ok. I was dubious about it, but they did it.

Sometime this year that battery died on me. I told them. Brought the car in. They said it seemed fine. No signs of being flat, despite me having to jump start it to get there.

Today. Battery flat again. This time however, the car was fucked. They came out to replace the battery, still wouldn't start. Ended up getting it towed to them - still under warranty. After fucking about with it all afternoon they couldn't deal with the issue and had given up.

So. Car is currently in the garage. Needs to be picked up and moved again tomorrow. And hopefully the Ford main dealer can get to the bottom of it.

Not only that was an issue. But everything from insurance to breakdown service was a massive pain in the ass. Websites not working. Logins not working. Digital rot. Happy to take your money. But the service - kinda shitty.

I got most of it sorted today - albeit the insurance still has a bug at their end regarding passwords, so, I cant get access to it.

Needless to say I needed all that today like a hole in the head. I am barely surviving feeding myself, let alone having a full on hectic adult day of garages, fucking with bureaucracy et al.

I tried contacting the GP in the morning when I realised I wouldnt be able to make the appointment, only to be met with their phone line telling me I was 26th in line to be answered. 26th. Hopeless.

I have run today solely on adrenaline. I have wavered and felt ill. Anxiety up. Expecting at any moment to keel over. I am tired and ill. And have a bunch of problems to resolve.

Hopefully, tomorrow can get the car moved, and Fords - if anyone, surely - can sort the car out.

As for my doc appointment.

I am disinclined to ask for another.

Nausea was bad today.

I am inclined to just choose the path of dying slowly in bed.

Ho hum.

Bad day.

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