That Zombie in the mirror was me
Remembering a day not so long ago
Well, it was the only way I
could get through the morning, which is not really over yet. This is
going to be a "post-in-progress" It will help stabilize me. Last night I
got all caught-up in stuff on the internet. It was extremely
stimulating so it kept me up until midnight....big mistake!. I usually
go to bed by 10:00 pm cause I have to get up very early 5-7 am to
prepare, cook and serve breakfast to a boatload of bed and breakfast
guests. I need 8 hours of sleep and if I don't get it I'm a basket-case.
Anyhow, I finally turned the light out at 12:00 pm and just lay there staring out at the darkness that surrounded me. Guess I drifted off cause at 3:30 am I woke with a start. I knew I couldn't function on 3 hours sleep, so I turned on the light, reset the alarm for 8:00 am. Then I got the bright idea of taking a sleeping pill, getting up at 8:00, killing myself taking a very fast shower, doing my toilette, and rushing to the kitchen to make a lovely breakfast of spinach-mushroom and cheese omelets, banana muffins and Kentucky country ham. Not!
I woke in three hours...after taking a sleeping pill! I never take them so had no idea how I would feel. My daughter, who has trouble sleeping (which I rarely do) suggested that if I ever have a problem sleeping she knew of a sleeping pill that didn't make you feel like a zombie in the morning. But that's exactly what happened....the zombi thing, I mean. I woke up 4 hours after taking the pill, jumped up cause it was 7:30 and fell flat on my face. Gathering up the pieces, I staggered to the bathroom wanting nothing more than to go back to bed. I threw cold water on my face while thinking of nothing else but coffee.
I made the mistake of looking in the mirror. I scared myself so badly that I had to go sit down on the bed for a minute. I couldn't think straight. I felt as though my soul had left my body and I was staring down at a zombi. I told the zombi to get up and walk back into the bath room. She slowly rose and as I guided her step by step she barely missed the desk on her left, ran into the bathroom door head-on, managed to straighten up and ease herself into the bathroom and fell against the vanity.
comb, brush, and make-up, she began her toilette, applying erase around
the eyes, mascara, blush and lip gloss. When she was finished, she
started through the whole routine again. "Hey!" I called out, "you've
already done that" To make sure I was right, she started counting the
number of of make-up items on the vanity counter, then slowly pointing
to each place on her face where they had been applied.
"yep, you're right" she said....
And so it went. I stayed in a zombi like state all through breakfast and my morning emails (98 of them). I didn't come back to life until around 2-3 pm. This is a true story........I swear!
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