Thirty-Seven
Ridge
Jesus!
It felt like someone bashed in my head with a sledgehammer.
I groaned audibly as I rolled over in bed. I was still fully dressed, on top of the covers, and there was drool on my duvet.
This is what rock bottom looks like.
My stomach revolted as I moved my feet to the floor and attempted to sit up. It ended up being more of a slide s***h fall off the bed onto the floor kind of move. Not at all coordinated. And, the movement had bile rising in my throat as my skull pounded.
“f**k,” I muttered, no longer attempting to move. “I’ll just sit here until it passes.”
I’m not sure how long I sat on the floor, but it didn’t pass. If anything, I felt worse. I wasn’t sure what I drank, how much, or for how long, but even the thought of a drop of any alcohol crossing my
