The Hedonistic Pleasureseeker

In Which the Hedonistic Pleasureseeker Realizes She Probably Shouldn’t Live Alone After All

December 18, 2006 · 6 Comments

It just occurred to me that it’s really, really scary to be sick when one is alone.

It’s also scary when the weird psychic-vertigo episodes hit, because there’s no one here to reassure me that I’m not completely losing my mind. Fortunately, this time they haven’t been so bad: The feelings have been coming and going for the past three days and every time they’ve hit I’ve been able to lie down and wait them out. Fortunately I didn’t need to be anywhere today. It’s probably a blessing in disguise that my date in New York didn’t work out, because how would I ever explain this? Dropsy? The vapors?

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