A Lump on my Mellon...Ouch...

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A very weird thing happened to me the other day. I went down to visit Bob in the hospital. I took a sip of coffee and it went down the wrong pipe, so I started coughing. The next thing I remember is wondering why I was laying on the floor, and why my head was throbbing. Apparently I coughed so hard that I passed out for a couple of seconds and hit the little tray table with my head on the way down. Followed closely by me hitting my head on the floor. I still have three sore spots on my Mellon. What a strange feeling though. One second I was up and alert, the very next I was laying on the floor. It was like I traveled through time. The span of time between choking on the coffee and picking myself up off the floor is missing. It could have been a second or a month, I would not know the difference.

But then a lot of weird things have been happening lately. I think the stalker is back. I got a strange text the other night. Not that I really give a shit. The way I see it, if this mystery person had any credible information for me, they would have just called me. What is the point of the secrecy? Who are they trying to protect? Not me. Not Deb. Then who? I've got an idea of who it is, but then what difference does it make, anyway? In life, you just have to play the cards you're dealt.