That does it – I think I’ve crossed over to the dark side, figuratively speaking of course. I’ve always been a victim of my imagination but this is ridiculous. Allow me to explain.
I didn’t go to work today coz I contracted something this past weekend, some stomach flu or something, that wouldn’t let me keep any food down. But that’s beside the point. Thing is, I woke up Sunday morning and my right arm was hurting like hell. At first I thought I’d just slept badly and cut the circulation off it but upon closer inspection, I noticed an inch-long gash on my right shoulder. Now, as far as I know, I was indoors all weekend long, delirious. How I busted my shoulder I don’t know, and I really don’t want to find out.
I’ve never been much of a sleepwalker, though I’ve had some ‘episodes’ that were quite harmless. Like, I’d go to sleep wearing, say, a t-shirt but when I woke up I wouldn’t be wearing it, and would find it in the bathroom or something. One time I was really shook coz I woke up and all the lights were on in my room, as was the computer.
When I was younger I’d get up to go to the bathroom but instead went to, say, my Dad’s ‘library’ instead, and would be in there looking for the toilet bowl – in the library – while knowing fully well it wasn’t there. Eventually I’d snap out of it and go to the bathroom, wondering what the hell I’d been doing.
The one constant that makes me feel better about the ‘sleepwalking’ thing is that I’m almost always ill when it happens. And that makes perfect sense. I’m almost never ill but when I am it messes me all up, apparently. Besides, this gash-on-shoulder incident is only the first time I’ve hurt myself in any of these episodes, so I’d like to think it’s no reason to be alarmed.
[I told my boy Steve-O about the incident and he was like: Well, I guess as long as your ass doesn't hurt it’s alright. Very funny, Steve-O.]
Back then when I first discovered alcohol I’d acquired a bad habit of crushing a 40oz every night. One night I decided to try something new and copped a 40 from 7-Eleven that I hadn’t tried before. I believe it was called Blue Steel or something. I’ll tell you what, that’s the first and last time I ever tried it because later on that night I could’ve swore I’d heard my alarm go off so guess what I did? I got up, showered, brushed my teeth, got dressed and stepped out the crib. The first thing that hit me was that it was unusually dark, but I shrugged that fact off and went to the car, started it up and started driving to work. A couple of minutes later is when I looked at the clock on the dash and guess what? It was 2:37am. [Keeping in mind my alarm goes off at 6:30.]
No more Blue Steel for me, nosir. I don’t think I’ll encounter that problem again tho, coz I’m now more a social drinker than a habitual one.
Alright, I’ll try and sleep this bug off. Have a good week y’all.