May 11 2013

Life, Full Throttle

This past week was my first full week at the office since last November. Like last November, I spent half of it feeling like I’d been dragged through a hedge backwards and the other half on some kind of high (although this time it wasn’t produced by being on steroids).

A few weeks ago, I left my acupuncture appointment, got home, and was opening mail by my desk when the wood surface literally rose up to meet me. I have never fainted in my life. In fact, if there is a situation where a body could faint or pass out or black out or throw up, I will always throw up. Always. I wish that I were capable of blacking out — there are many an embarrassing or otherwise horrifying moment from college and my 20s that I would rather not remember. However, such is not my body. I’m a puker. Put me in the backseat of a car on a curvy road or a bouncy flight or the other side of a bottle of wine and I’ll prove it to you.