Let me preface this by saying that it’s my 2nd day with it this time. I normally get it once or twice a year. But, anyways, yesterday was one of the worst times and today it’s average; I can look forward to having it another day or two. Imagine, if you will, having all the undesirable side effects of being drunk, without the actual drinking. Yesterday morning I stumbled out of bed, which was no small feat as my bed is about 4 feet off the ground, tried to put on some pants, the key word being tried, and went crashing into the wall. After wrestling with my jeans for about 5 minutes, I finally got them on. Putting on my shirt was relatively easy, but then, I didn’t have to move around for that. I then had to go somewhere, so I hopped into a car (yay, happy thoughts right? someone that can’t stand is driving) and got there. I decided that it’d be a good idea to read something, which, normally, would have been a good idea. Yesterday? Not so much of a good idea. Every time I would look at my magazine I’d start to get nauseated, so that wasn’t a good idea. Eventually, it was time to leave. Getting out of the chair was a huge problem. I stumbled across the room, and was only about a foot away from another door when I was able to regain my footing. Needless to say, I went home and spent the rest of the day trying not to move.