So it’s been about two weeks now that I have had this feeling of moderate vertigo. It basically feels like I’m drunk, but not any of the good parts. My head’s in a fog, but not enough to say silly things and get away with it; I feel like I’m floating when I walk, but not enough to just faint and get it over with. This morning when I awoke, it seemed to have subsided, and I went through about three hours of relative normalcy. Then, suddenly, as I sat at a teachers’ meeting, it crept up on me. “No! No! No!” I thought. It felt like a Vietnam flashback that I was powerless to stop.
If this is how people who chronically abuse substances live, I would be happy to go on a speaking tour of middle schools to describe how much it sucks!
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