Gut Rumbles
 

October 14, 2005

road trip

When I finally woke up this morning, I realized that was was running low on cigarettes. I managed to walk to the bathroom and take a shower without falling down, so I figured I could make it to the store to buy some smokes.

I did, but it wasn't fun.

When I enter a story anymore, I know that I walk funny because of the weakness in my legs. But what REALLY frightens me is the possibility that I'll suffer one of my ever more frequent brown-outs in the store and scare the shit out of everybody in there when I land on the floor.

I managed to purchace my cigarettes, but I became very dizzy while standing at the checkout counter. I staggered back out to my car and had to sit there for a few minutes before my head cleared up. By the time I got back home, I was panting like someone who just ran a 100-yard dash at full speed.

Bejus! This ain't no way to live.

Comments

That staggering around is likely to attract the attention of some watchful cop. Thinking you're intoxicated, he'll have you locked up right quick.

Next post on your visit to the slammer?

Posted by: Maggie on October 14, 2005 01:39 PM

Yeah, I had been sleeping 22 out of 24 hours until a month ago. Frustrating but couldn't help it. I had to stop driving and when I would get a ride to the store, I walked in like a drunk! My left leg would give way and I never knew where I would end up. Does dark make it worse? I can't even get around my house in the dark.
Ah well, the joys of aging. At least I talked my doc into taking me off antidepressants so I can have a drink...or two.

Posted by: Library Lady on October 14, 2005 04:51 PM

I once worked with a woman who claimed that she slept 12 hours every day, and had since she was a teenager. She was 48 years old but looked about 27. I'm talking about smokin'-hot-tight-bod-27-years-old, except she was actually 48. I'm convinced from her that sleeping prohibits aging. I was 20 years old at the time and oh boy did she fill my mind during more than a few of my naughty times.

Anyway... umm... where was I? Oh yah. Rob, dude you need some exercise or something. I'm not talking about sweatin' to the eighties or kickboxing. Just lay on your back and try to raise your legs off the floor for a few minutes. Or do five damned pushups. Fucking SOMETHING. ANYTHING. You might be dying, but that's no excuse to just give up. You don't work, you have the free time, push your body to work you sorry sap. If you don't fix your ass up, a few of us just might show up at your door one day with a firehose. We'll get you running then.

Posted by: Eddie on October 16, 2005 02:25 AM
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