the feeling is odd.
its like when you stand up too quickly and you see spots for awhile and you brace yourself against the wall to regain your vision.
and then for a confused moment you feel like you're back in bed having the most normal of dreams until you realise the bone in your ass is aching and it feels like someone's put a bullet in your head.
and then you wake up screaming because for a crazy second you think you actually DID get shot (too much Heroes will do that to ya) but you're just on the floor, in your room and when your eyes can focus again, the hand on your pounding head comes away not bloody.
let me take back my first sentence: the feeling is rather scary.
what's worse was that nobody was home but the tenant, my door was shut and it was the middle of the afternoon (i'd seen a doc for a cough and a fever just that morning). i had no answer when TheBoyFriend asked how long it was.
this isn't something i'd typically blog (no funny story, no presence of shit nor body odour), but i think its important to say thanks. for always looking out for me, and for not letting me hit my head on the three very sharp things i could've (should've).
its been an insane coupla days but i'm so much better now... although i think its time to take better care of this body.