I must stop swearing... well cut down at least!

My new years resolution of not swearing so much is now getting seriously pushed to the limit.

Firstly it's Monday, but instead of swearing I actually wanted to cry. I suppose falling asleep in the armchair after dinner yesterday didn't exactly help with my sleep pattern last night. I had trouble keeping asleep when I did go off and then when it is time to get up, I could have slept blissfully for hours more.

Drive in was fine, no trafic jams etc and so was work, quite good in fact, but then the fire alarm went off less than half an hour before I was about to leave. We froze outside while the rogue panini maker was sent to coventry... Bless Sue for lending me her scarf... A finish of what I was doing pre-alarm, bid goodbye and I was off, only to get stuck behind a learner driver who kept stalling at both sets of traffic lights on our way out of town. I then stuck behind a Sunday driver who drove so slow that he must have still been trying to get home from where he started from yesterday!
Of course I was late for physio, but I didn't utter hardly any foul language on route. I was most impressed with me.

Even when I was doing the 'arm side raises with rubber band' torture in my rehab class and my arms were rapidly turning to jelly where they wouldn't stop shaking from the strain, I didn't swear. Mainly because I didn't want my fellow in-mates thinking I was a fisherwife. Do fisherwives swear like troopers or is that a myth??

Anyway even when I had my second lot of physio for the day, this time on my leg and Ann was trying to release the trapped nerve by kneading it with what felt like two sledge hammers, but she assures me they were her thumbs... I only whimpered and bit the treatment bed yet again. Gosh I'm impressed.

Now can I remember not to go into work tomorrow and say f*** me I hardly swore at all yesterday!? Probably not... after all miracles do take a little longer.

lots of love Debbie x