“Come in, come in”, the voices said, “Come to our world where nothing matters. You won’t remember anything of the real world which lies in tatters”.
And so I followed the Siren call, down winding pathways wreathed in fog. I felt it damp against my skin and clinging to my filmy gown.
One day, two days, I remained, enraptured by what lay before me. Unable to return to the world, where I belong with feet planted firmly.
On Monday night I accidentally took two different lots of my epilepsy medication – Clonazepam. Amnesia was the result, and I remember nothing (or a very limited amount) from Monday night through to early Wednesday morning.
I am still wobbly and a little disoriented, but I’m fine. Fortunately I’m on a very low dose of this drug (which could drop a rhino) so accidents such as this don’t cause any long-term harm, but I need to be more vigilent in the future!
At least a half-decent poem was inspired by that – I have to say, extremely trippy – experience. All the same, I don’t intend to ever be in that place again. I’ve lost two whole days of marriage to this stupid accident.