Cold Tile

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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