If I ever string together four good days in a row, I might throw myself a victory parade. I am writing at this moment because I am overcome by anxiety. Heart beating fast, arms tingling, feeling of impending doom...if hadn't worked cardiovascular icu I would be guessing stroke or heart attack. Mind racing. All I…
I spent most of the labor day weekend reading in bed. I dodged a couple invites from friends. I don't know if I did that because I was feeling a bit moody or because I don't feel up to a cooler of beers and woo-hoo's. I never got drunk in front of people and usually…
Seriously, what in the actual fresh hell is up with the sober nightmares? Have I fallen straight through a pink cloud into the bowels of my psyche? Do I even have to claim my dreams as a product of my psyche? Because the chick dreaming this shit might be disturbed. A recurring dream through my…
After writing until 0430 about sober anxiety, I finally fell asleep and dreamed what? That my house was on fire. The neighbors' houses were all a roaring inferno and I was running around the exterior of mine with a garden house trying to douse the little patches of flame springing up on the roof. It…
Nursing Grudges and Liquor 