The heebie-geebies
I have a fear of getting the heebie-geebies, or the DTs - delirium tremens, alcoholics withdrawal. My grandparents were alcoholics and my mum told me stories of them coming off the drink, with the attendant horror stories of my granny seeing insects, having a string over the fireplace so she could sweep them off as they come over to here. I was only about 10 when I heard this story (thanks, Mum!) and it proper shit me up. I've always hated insects and the idea of them marching up on you, IN YOUR MIND, proper gives me willies.

In 2008 I spent the summer in the UK, as a friend was getting married etc etc, before returning to China. Before I left, I had a spate of leaving-nights, as various friends saw me off. Inevitably these were drunken riotous bashes, with ample quantities of falling down juice poured down my throat. If I'd refused any drinks, not only would I have my masculinity questioned (damn Scottish alcoholic machismo) but also deeply offend the drink-offerer, as in the pub in "American Werewolf In London".

Come the morning after the third night, my last whole day before leaving for London, I wake up and feel like a rhinoceros has been skullfucking me. To be expected, perhaps. I couldn't get back to sleep, so I lay in bed reading. But I couldn't read, the words swimming before my eyes, so I watched some films or TV on my laptop. I wasn't really watching whatever it was, just passively letting the visuals wash before my eyes in the traditional hangover fashion, but I had this dreadful, paranoid feeling that it was all going to start moving of its own accord, proper DTs style, and I'd be carted off to the loony bin. Out of the corner of my eye, I kept thinking I saw things moving, and would glance to find it was just a sock, not a crocodile or army of marching ants.

I don't drink so much these days.
(McChinaman banned, Fri 22 Jul 2011, 4:24, 1 reply)

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rhinoceros has been skullfucking me.

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( jakedamusss I understand, and dont care., Fri 22 Jul 2011, 6:48, closed)