It's been a less-than-delightful three days since my return from Baja and I'm now finally regaining myself.
When I first learned I was stricken, I was driving, I had to pull into a parking lot, certain I was going to vomit. I got out and sat against a pillar, sweating, with eyes closed. A few people passed by, carefully avoiding me. No one said a word. When I finally succumbed to the urge and hurled, a youngish girl wearing a tee-shirt displaying the word death as part of the name of some popular band is the last thing I remember.
I could have been having a stroke or a heart attack, and all people were propably thinking was, "aww, look at that poor wretched drunk man".
It made me sad on top of it all.
Anyway, glad I'm feeling better . . . there's lots of work to do.
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When I first learned I was stricken, I was driving, I had to pull into a parking lot, certain I was going to vomit. I got out and sat against a pillar, sweating, with eyes closed. A few people passed by, carefully avoiding me. No one said a word. When I finally succumbed to the urge and hurled, a youngish girl wearing a tee-shirt displaying the word death as part of the name of some popular band is the last thing I remember.
I could have been having a stroke or a heart attack, and all people were propably thinking was, "aww, look at that poor wretched drunk man".
It made me sad on top of it all.
Anyway, glad I'm feeling better . . . there's lots of work to do.
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