I started the day out with dental surgery. Three hours later, still a little bleary from the anesthesia and pumped up on pain pills and antianxiety meds, Big J piled the family in the car for a 9 hour road trip.
In some ways, not so bad. I half slept most of the way and the unending chatter from the back seat was like background noise through a bubble. But then we stopped at a rest area. Given my "condition" I only had to take myself to the bathroom. At that point I realized how altered my brain really was. See, the floor was moving, kind of like ocean waves in tidal pools- but definitely moving.
In all the late nights I've had, I'm not sure the floor has ever swam. The room has spun like a top once or twice, but I've never had the floor swim.
We all arrived safely and I thought the incident was in the past. Predictably, on day 3 the post surgical pain was much worse - and so for the ride home I loaded up on the narco-xanax combo again. I thought I was doing much better than friday. And then, leaving the rest stop rest room I saw a woman get out of her car. From the back she looked like a bubble headed alien.
Then she turned around and I realized it was just her hairdo.
Whew! Not totally doped out crazy.
Well, maybe a little bit.
(c) Lessons from Cooper