U.R.G.E.S.
Urges are like waves. They gradually rise and build then crash, rise and build then crash, rise and build then crash. Waves are continuous and inevitable but they never stay suspended in the air without crashing. I made plans to meet a friend out for karaoke last night. I'm excited throughout the day for my long awaited meeting with one of my dear friends I haven't seen in so long. Man, I miss her. Then the evening comes. What do I make for dinner? What do I wear? What songs am I going to sing? What am I going to drink? Do I take my meds before or after I go out? What should we talk about? Is she going to be depressed/sad tonight? Do I want my husband to go or not? What if I feel bad and need to leave? Should I not drink? Will she be on anything? My stomach hurts I need to poop Meanwhile, my husband passes a kidney stone all night. I saw the Vicodin on the bathroom counter. He never leaves it out. Unfortunately, I didn't let that wave hit the gr