kalmar wrote:
Err, Zio, any chance of second dibs on that GPS if Riles doesn't want it? (bit cheeky given how much I slag you off in the car thread admittedly)
It would only be cheeky if I didn't deserve the slagging off in the car thread, when I know I do because I insist on posting things I know nothing about. Talking of which, I was going to ask your opinion on something, so check that thready soon! <sarcasm>Ooh, how exciting!</sarcasm>
I went to the Urgent Care Centre at our local hospital this evening, it being the only part of the local hospital that doesn't appear to be boarded up these days, as I am growing increasingly suspicious that my own ribcage is secretly plotting to kill me. To be fair, I would've just phoned my GP in the morning and gone and seen him, as my ribcage is not doing a spectacular job of killing me and I think I've got time, but Lady Zio insisted.
So we went, waited about an hour, then Lady Zio told me the place was freaking her out and that she didn't like hospitals, so she went out and had a cigarette, despite having told me she'd given up. My problem being less that she suddenly wants a fag and more that she clearly hasn't given up, else she wouldn't have a packet of fags in her handbag primed and ready. Argument ensued, I stormed out, my ribs are still trying to kill me but this time I've also had an argument with my beloved. And it's the worst kind of argument too, because it's not my place to start telling her how to live her life, but I really fucking can't abide smoking. We ended things on a 'it's my life, I'll do what the fuck I want' note. To make matters worse, it hurts too much for me to be having any kind of make-up sex with her, plus I have effectively capitulated to her like the very bitch I am because I don't want to wind up single again.
I am increasingly of the opinion that, in addition to asking my doctor if there's anything he can do to end my rib rebellion, that he put me back on the happy pills. I feel like I've got much better at making people think that I'm coping with things really well than I have at actually coping with things.
But enough of this Emo shit. To the car thread!...
Edit: reading that back, I sound like a proper control freak. Maybe that's what I am. Is it wrong though to want someone you love to not do something that's harmful to their health?