Bed bugs bit me to death…Woke up from the wrong side of the bed… The doctor tried to make me feel better…but she killed me instead.

Last night was rough, but I pretended to act tough. From noisy neighbors to asthma attacks, God please tell me, why won’t I just die? Out of sheer frustration, I decided to give myself something to help me ease the pain. I was pretending to be the world’s greatest doctor, but I’m sure as hell that was far from any truth. And so I took one white pill that promised me a lasting relief. But what’s taking so long for this magic pill to start making miracles? I closed my eyes and hoped to be gone. But I grew impatient and so I popped one more. It’s just another one, nothing more. I’m sure it’s no biggie just a few more….zzzz….

Next thing I knew, Boytoy was giving me my usual morning kiss, and told me that it was past 6:30, and that I should get going. Huh? How could it be true? I just closed my eyes, two minutes ago. My head was splitting from this terrible headache; God, I think 2 pills were too much. But I couldn’t care less; hey it gave me relief from the asthma attack, but its effect is taking a toll on me. I told my boytoy to give me a pain killer to get some relief from the pain. He gave me a quizzical look but dared not to ask: I took a pill to stop the asthma attack, which gave me a terrible headache and so I’m taking a new pill to stop the headache…do you think I’ll get another asthma attack? Hmm…

I don’t know how, but boytoy managed to get me dressed. And so off I went with a big buzzing sound in my head...I took 2 now looked where it led me to. I feel so groggy, I looked high. I can feel my body just floating in the sky. But as I went down the bus, my feet failed me and I fell flat on the ground.

This must be how an addict feels. Feels like it isn’t real… Bed bugs bit me to death and I woke up from the wrong side of the bed. The doctor tried to make me feel better but she killed me instead. And the biggest irony of them all, I was the doctor who ordered me dead!