Throwing up.
Sweating speed.
Shivering.
Shaking.
Tingling all over.
And otherwise fighting
the symptoms of withdrawal.
Sunday
I spent the day:
Throwing up.
Sweating speed.
Off-balance.
Confused.
Weeping.
Tumbling end over end,
deeper and deeper
into the throes of depression.
Monday
I spent the day:
Throwing up.
Eating.
Emotional.
Dazed.
Lost.
Alone.
Finally, I went to the pay phone
and made two calls. One to
Planned Parenthood. The other to
Chase.
My Appointment Was at Two