Anglesachse
Diamond Member
Fridays and Saterdays are the bussiest days of the week for me in the shop. Most fridays we get out around the 2100 2200 mark, which means no cooking at home, so most days we`ll go to a resteraunt on the way home. Only this Friday the misses decides to go to McD`s as it is literaly on the road home.
Not knowing better (did but wasn`t in any state to argue) we ended up at ther counter and the place is packed, Sardines in a tin doesn`t come close. So ok, Order and get the f*ck out is my plan of Action.Get to the order stage and I am looking at "nothing" the guy serving is asking me what I want I am f*cking now where to be had. The misses shakes me and asks what I want, She had to shake me (so she say`s) 4 times till I come back, the guy behind the counter and people in the next queue all staring. in the mean time nipper has located a table. Knowing dad will not sit in the open, he has a table against a high walled deviding the middle of the resteraunt. Bless him for thinking about it. So I ended up staying, Sat 90 degrees to the table, back against this wall thing, stuffed the food down so quick as to get the hell out of there eye`s and ear`s all over the shop, I threw most of it back up as soon as we got to the car park. But at the table my nipper asks "why are you shaking dad" and I am sat there Big Mc in one hand and a Coke in the other with a real case of the DT`s and I am like "`COS I NEED TO GET THE F*CK OUT OF HERE". Litteraly biting his head off. People on the other tables have started looking round at me being so damn loud. So the misses pack up the tray`s and we leave.
When I get in the car and the radio comes on, there is Journey playing, you know "Don`t stop Believing" one of those soothing PTSD kinda song`s that sums up a lot of what we go through.
Ended up driving the long scenic route home, out through the sticks. Less traffic and all. and was pretty much ok by the time we got home.
But what got me is the Dissociation. I haven`t had a real bad case in ages. And it has just kinda thrown me off course a bit at the moment.
Not knowing better (did but wasn`t in any state to argue) we ended up at ther counter and the place is packed, Sardines in a tin doesn`t come close. So ok, Order and get the f*ck out is my plan of Action.Get to the order stage and I am looking at "nothing" the guy serving is asking me what I want I am f*cking now where to be had. The misses shakes me and asks what I want, She had to shake me (so she say`s) 4 times till I come back, the guy behind the counter and people in the next queue all staring. in the mean time nipper has located a table. Knowing dad will not sit in the open, he has a table against a high walled deviding the middle of the resteraunt. Bless him for thinking about it. So I ended up staying, Sat 90 degrees to the table, back against this wall thing, stuffed the food down so quick as to get the hell out of there eye`s and ear`s all over the shop, I threw most of it back up as soon as we got to the car park. But at the table my nipper asks "why are you shaking dad" and I am sat there Big Mc in one hand and a Coke in the other with a real case of the DT`s and I am like "`COS I NEED TO GET THE F*CK OUT OF HERE". Litteraly biting his head off. People on the other tables have started looking round at me being so damn loud. So the misses pack up the tray`s and we leave.
When I get in the car and the radio comes on, there is Journey playing, you know "Don`t stop Believing" one of those soothing PTSD kinda song`s that sums up a lot of what we go through.
Ended up driving the long scenic route home, out through the sticks. Less traffic and all. and was pretty much ok by the time we got home.
But what got me is the Dissociation. I haven`t had a real bad case in ages. And it has just kinda thrown me off course a bit at the moment.
