I have been procrastinating again. As this is a knitting blog I try to mostly keep my infertility issues to myself but I think it has to be crystal clear to all of us at this point that my knitting is more than a little ruled by my cycles, particularly my medicated cycles. I was on a new drug this month and yet again found myself not knitting as it drew to a close. Anyway, the main point of this story is that yesterday I went to drop Isabelle at daycare. 20 mins there, 20 mins back and supposedly no stops in between. I left the house with neither my knitting (nothing on the needles), nor a book. BIG mistake.

I dropped Isabelle off, I had a 20 minute chat with her carer about school/preschool choices, I got back in the car and started the engine while trying to ring a friend and ask how her IVF transfer went (see that IVF nonsense plays a double roll in this story). The car made strange beeping noises and flashed lights at me but I was too busy with the phone to have adequately taken note of what happened. The car didn’t actually start, but when I tried again it did. I was worried about the beeping and the flashing so I turned it off and tried again. This time it seemed like it had a flat battery. New cars aren’t supposed to have flat batteries. Like an idiot I did it all again and this time it didn’t start at all. Ooops. Called Jesse and it started when I tried to demonstrate the bad noises too him, but sounded ugly. Called roadside assistance and they insisted that even if it was now starting it shouldn’t be driven until they had seen it.

So I sat alone in a car with no book and no knitting for TWO HOURS. Let that be a lesson to me. DO NOT leave home without either a book or knitting, preferably both. I played with my ipod and spent far too much time thinking about my father (who died over 10 years ago) and not being pregnant again. Really, I need to never leave the house without knitting ever again.

Road side assistance came and the car started perfectly. They took it for a drive and it was lovely. So they insisted that I better take it to Ford so they could take it for a drive. I took it to Ford and they thought is started just as it should, they also thought it drove beautifully. As I started thinking I was going to throw up from sitting in the passenger seat while the Ford guy drove the car hard to see if it would play up I realised that the problem was not with the car but with my stomach. The new drugs have made my stomach so delicate that I was noticing every bump in the road and thinking the car was handling badly. Oops. So we got back to the depot and he asked me to leave it 20 mins so he could try starting it one last time. No flashing lights, no beeping. As I was leaving he asked me casually “Hey did you by any chance put your foot on the accelerator the two time the car had trouble starting and then didn’t start”. Um, yeah I did. “Oh” he says “NEVER touch the accelerator when starting this car, it interferes with the computerised start up process”. When all was said and done I wasted 3/4 of a day on nonexistent problems. I had two hours to do a days work and the only thing that was actually wrong was a possible electrical fault that we maybe should get checked out sometime soon. All that time sitting around doing nothing.

I must not leave home without my knitting.