Delirium

"Do I have dementia?"

This is the first thought in my head when I stir at 4 a.m. In the moment, I am certain of it.

Then I realise I've hardly eaten in four days, only been able to sleep 2 hrs in 2 days and, so, occupied myself reading Chelsea Handler's memoirs back to back so that her voice is now stuck in my head & I'm having imagined conversations with her dad and Black Magic and Black Magic's mom as we share forty-ounce Coronas in Costa Rica.

I'm making up words when I'm not mixing up words that are connected by sound or subject but not interchangeable e.g Cherry Handler.

I can barely type or make full sentences.

I'm more worried for Miss Chelsea though.