And I fell...

I think I shouldn't have laughed. Perhaps what goes around really comes around. But was I punished by the Gods for a simple thing like laughing? Maybe. I should have known better than to go out yesterday. I was already knackered by 8pm. Come 9pm, I was no better. But I couldn't say no to dinner with two so very close friends. People are lucky if they get one of these. I get two, and I'm grateful to the Gods. Because having two friends, totally trustworthy, who have proved to be especially close in the good and the bad, in the sickness and the health is a big big blessing. And I absolutely love their company, I am not required to hide anything, I can be me. So I wasn't going to be a let down at the very last minute. I still wasn't feeling too well, feeling really hot at a 9 degrees Celsius is somehow not a very good sign. So came the starters, the food as well as the talk. But it was getting so hot I needed to get out for fresh air. Big mistake. I stood up and immediately knew I should have sat back down again. But brave me didn't and proceeded to the door. And that's when I gave a very good performance and immediately drew the attention of some 50 people all to myself. How? I was so dizzy, I didn't see the perilous step, and seeing that gravity must have a soft spot for me, I was bang down on the floor in a second. It was surreal, so surreal that it didn't even hurt.. at the time. I also managed to knock down a hundred menus and a million corks all displayed prettily at the door beforehand. I guess the man who had gone to so much trouble putting one cork on the other swore. I didn't care very much. All I cared about was how the hell I was going to get up and face the audience, which usually I like doing. Not yesterday. So I was helped up, given strong coffee, an Oxo concoction, and I felt better. So many people rushing to my aid, and I wasn't even trying to be a prima donna in the first place. Dinner ready after some three more hours I was feeling like a disgruntled child who wails because he's tired. That was me, but I couldn't wail, I had had enough attention for one evening. And I don't think there was anybody left ready to breastfeed me to calm me down either. And geeze I don't know where this idea just sprang up from, because I have never been breastfed in my life, and just the thought of putting my sweet painted lips to some breast aureola is disgusting to me. I'd rather fall again than do that. Sorry I'm just not one of those to have an x-x-y threesome with. An x-y-y... maybe. But that is not even on when I'm tired. So I came back here, complained a lot until finally dear old sleep shut me up. And I slept, something like 11 hours. And finally I feel ok now, but perhaps I shouldn't have laughed in the first place. Next time I'll think twice.