I woke up this morning, startled.
I could see daylight, and that never happens. Blearily, I squinted at the clock, which wavered back and forth, like a bad 3D movie. The damned thing wouldn’t stay still.
I pushed my knuckles into my eyelids, massaging the eyeballs, trying to coax them awake. I opened my eyes again.
Oh dear lord. It was worse.
Finally I dragged myself out of my warm – oh so warm, and comfy – bed and staggered over to the clock, which finally relented and maintained a constant pose.
“Oh good. It’s only 7:00”
Wait. 7:00? That means I only had………and I tried hard to compute the sleep hours I had tucked into my consciousness. And failed. Whatever it was, it wasn’t enough.
Stumbling into the hallway on my way to the bathroom I noticed a smell. I stopped, sniffing.
Then I realized it was coming from me. The smell was familiar too. It was like a long-lost philandering cousin. It wrapped me in its embrace. And that’s when I realized what it was.
I was bleeding alcohol through the pores of my skin.
Strangely, I didn’t have a headache, or exhibited any other signs of being hung over from last night.
I remembered last night and I smiled. Such a great night. I haven’t had such a full night like that in a long time. One thing that happened though: my companion and I closed the bar. One of us noticed one of the servers sweeping up and suggested we leave. It seemed like a good idea, so we did.
As I staggered to the sink, and closed my eyes for a few seconds, realization dawned. There was a good reason as to why I had no hangover.
I wasn’t quite done being drunk.
That truth brought a grin to my face. There was time to get on top of this thing, and that’s what I did. I made a beeline for the water cooler and started loading up, in an attempt to stave off dehydration.
Work of course was a complete write-off. I tried. My eyes rebelled though. Bad enough that they were red and watery. Asking them to look at a computer screen was too much. I brought a newspaper to work with me too, and was just as successful getting through that.
Finally, after lunch, I put my feet up on my desk, and thought “just a couple of minutes of shut-eye should do it.” In theory, it’s supposed to work. I nodded, and jerked awake, only to hear the ongoing sounds of productive work being done by my colleagues. Figuring it was safe, and no one could see me, I closed my eyes once again.
And woke up startled once again. This time, there were no sounds around me. I’m not positive, because I was unconscious at the time, but there’s a 95% chance I snored out loud. No one was that uncouth as to ask about the state of my consciousness. For that, I was grateful. Had they done so though, I would have laughed. What are you doing to do?
It’s not as if I regularly close down bars and try to work the next day. A family member suggested I “work” from home. In retrospect – that was a damned good idea.
I gave up trying to nap. It wasn’t working and I was still pretty much dragged out. Placing my feet back on the floor, I pulled my chair over to the computer, only to hear my cell phone ring.
“Sir? We have an appointment for you.”
I was stunned. I’d been waiting for this phone call for four weeks. It was the doctor’s office, letting me know I have an appointment to be assessed for ADHD/ADD. I had been calling them once a week, looking for that appointment, and they hadn’t gotten back to me.
I was elated! Finally – a time and date. She gave me the details and we hung up.
It’s like you have this limp all of your life, which prevents you from full-out running. You think everyone has this limp; that it’s normal, and that you’re just not trying hard enough to run, because you see other people around you running just fine. And then someone comes to you one day and says “you realize that there’s a group of people who limp the same way you do, and that they’re born with this limp, and that there are ways to get around it, so that you can run like the rest.”
The elation only lasted for a while though – I still had the lack of sleep and the after-effects of the full-on drunkfest to deal with. So I returned to earth, a little regretfully, but happy just the same, both with the memory of last night, and this news percolating gently on my brain.
It’s in the beginning of July. Closer than I thought but still pretty far away.
Still – I can’t wait.