my fun weekend.
Never Never Never Never will I ever take another yellow jacket. Let alone three. All day I've felt like I was comming down off a damn crack beinge or something. I left Savannah around 8:30 and took the pills around 9. I started feeling real alert right before i got to Macon. Ashley's nap lasted all the way there so i decided to pull over and get something to eat and put air in the tires. At first I just felt sick to my stomache like I had ate something bad. By the time I was in Atlanta around 12 I was shaking and gasping for air.. I remeber a transfer trucking cummong from the merging lane on I75/I16 and it skared the hell out of me...for some reason I thought it was a wall of lights and i was gonna drive into it. Now normally something would have told me then to pull over but I was like nawa I can just make it to Atlanta it'll wear off. SHIIIIIIIT. I might have started shaking like I was getting the holy ghost or something. How the hell I drove 200 more miles is beyond me. Ashley stayed asleep through this entire time. She would mumble every hour or so how good of a job i was doing. I couldn't make sentences by time I got to Douglasville. I set the car on cruise control and hoped for the best. Finally got to Jacksonvill around 2 am . I got in the house and sat down then ijust couldn't breathe anymore. It was like something had a hold of my breath. I t was horrible. Charlene called the ambulance and they said it was to late to pump my stomache cause It had been so long since I had took the stuff. Which is a little bit of a blessing. Don't think a stomach pump would have been to fun. So my day has been filled with walking a around shaking like a druggie... Fun Times.