The cold tile felt so good on my face.
I just couldn’t move but for the
shaking. It wasn’t the chills; my
body was shutting down from
all the meth I had been taking for
the past week.
Heart attack or panic attack didn’t
much matter right then, I just knew
I was going to die. The paramedics
took one look and had me strapped
me into the gurney and off we went.
I was feeling a little less anxiety
being with the medics keeping me
talking about how I felt, asking what
happened and not once did they
mention drugs; although I thought I
saw knowing glances between
themselves.
After several hours of prodding and
monitoring they got my blood pressure
down and with some hesitation let me go
home with a no work slip for seventy
two hours.
I took a week off got rested and returned
to work. It wasn’t four days and I was
starting to feel sluggish and drained. I
had a line to pick me up. I was going strong
but felt a little more would be better.
The cold tile felt so good on my face.
I just couldn’t move but for the life
of me I didn’t understand why I looked
so pale.
© 2010-2011 Michael Yost booguloo@live.com
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