I have a very stringent routine that I must follow every day. For example, when I wake up in the morning I have to put my left foot down before the other. I then have to eat breakfast before I shower and brush my teeth with the shower running. If something disrupts this process then I have to go back to bed and get up exactly an hour later. Once I’ve finished my inside routine, I then get into my car and drive in and out of the driveway eight times before driving down the street and driving directly to work. I never make any detours and I’ve never had any disruptions during my drive so until this morning, I didn’t know what my backup routine was if something were to happen.
Half way through my drive to work this morning, my car broke down and I needed a car service near South Yarra. I was sitting on the side of the road whilst I was waiting for the mechanic and somewhat hyperventilating because I didn’t know what to do. My mind was all over the place. It’s like my brain was pulling me towards the car and it didn’t want to give up until I was sitting in the driver’s seat and driving to work. But I couldn’t, my car genuinely wouldn’t start. Usually, when things go wrong at home I can just restart my routine, but out in public like this, I was actually at a loss. I desperately needed the car mechanic. Near Hawthorn and the city area there’s a lot of traffic, especially during peak hours, and so it was taking the mechanic ages to get to me. I must have looked insane when he finally arrived.
If I’m being honest, it was all a bit of a blur. I was in the fetal position and. I think I may have passed out once he took my car away. I couldn’t cope with it.