My eyeballs are moments away from bursting.
When I arrived at the office this morning, I slipped two extra strength Tylenol under my tongue and washed them down with water. Oddly enough, it’s only just now occurred to me why there is a pulsing and pounding in my temples. And after a McDonald’s lunch with Cathy, the unforgiving pain has only manifested.
Last night I met my friend Darren at the corner of Broadway and Granville. For quite some time he’d been trying to drag me out to a particular all-you-can-eat sushi bar that is his staple when he’s over visiting from the Island. I’m very, very picky when it comes to sushi, but any chance to hang out with any of my Island boys is a chance I jump at.
Sushi is not the point of my story.
Upon arriving, the need to self-medicate led me to order a Corona. And then another Corona. At home, I managed to rip at the partial six-pack of Pacific Pilsner in my fridge for some more. A few beers really don’t have much of an impact on me, but I’m embarrassed to admit that, when combined with a particular drug, a few beers creates a euphoric feeling. The euphoric feeling isn’t the source of my mortification. Nor are the beers.
En route to my apartment, running for the bus prompted a mild asthma attack, so I produced my puffer to counteract it. For some reason it wasn’t “puffing” the first couple times, so I took two more hits. However, it turns out that it was indeed “puffing” and I had taken twice the normal amount. Now, I realize that ventolin isn’t exactly a narcotic, but it certainly produced a wicked case of the giggles.
And all of this leads me to this afternoon. The Tylenol are most certainly not of any assistance to me. Neither was the burger lunch with Cathy. Perhaps I’ve learned my lesson and shall never drink again.
But then again, letting the beer in my fridge go to waste would be simply sacrilegious.
Sounds like quite the combination…
mmmmm sushi
Yeah, go easy on the puffer/beer/sushi thing. And definitely never let beer in the fridge go to waste!