Sunday, August 10, 2003
I Can’t Even Pronounce It
--let alone spell it. Woke up two days ago at 4 a.m. with my head spinning and walking was almost out of the question. Managed the call of nature and fell back in bed. The feeling was that the room or my eyeballs were spinning out of control. The second time I awoke it was deliberation time. Which end took priority for use of the porcelain throne. My head lost and as I sat clutching my garnet, marbleized waste basket to my sweaty, heaving chest. I contemplated my actions of the previous day. I didn’t get drunk, I didn’t remember eating anything that tasted funny, so why the punishment? Later that morning after a shot in the butt and a couple of prescriptions, the Dr. announced some type of gastric “bug.” You have heard “one sick puppy” well this really was one. Yesterday was spent swallowing pills and sleeping but I’m still ugly so it wasn’t a beauty sleep.
