On Saturday after work I went to a party/picnic and drank beer after beer then popped a xanax (not prescribed to me). I don’t normally pop pills, but my judgement was not working and it seemed like a good idea at the time. I was slurring my words and completely zoned out on the front porch by myself. I don’t remember doing that. Since then I’ve been having lapses in memory that have me a bit worried.
Yesterday I went to a Rockcats game.
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When I was six or seven I had a bad experience at my uncle’s softball game. I got hit in the head by a foul ball and was knocked unconscious. I remember waking up in my dad’s arms. Now I have a fear of foul balls.
I drank four or five big cups of bud light and wasn’t paying much attention to the game until my friend shouted, “look out!” I heard the crowd around me muttering warnings. It was like I was in a WWI flash back where all I could hear were bombs going off and choppers over head. I ducked down out of my seat and covered my head trembling. The ball landed in a big thud on my bench not more than 2 feet away from me. I almost died! What’s worse than death would be a tremendously high doctor bill (I don’t have insurance).
I drank every day for the past four days. My memory is shot. On our ride home from the game I kept talking in accents. Particularly the southern accent Billy Bob Thorton used in Sling Blade.
“I’m from south Cheshire. Mmmm Hmmmm.”