It happened again. Same as last time.
I was watching the Pistons game, you know, cause I love me some Anthony Tolliver, and Brandon Jennings checked in. My breath caught in my chest a bit, and my extremities got all tingly, but otherwise I was fine. I had prepared myself for this, and the sight of a former Bucks great playing for another team was not entirely debilitating. Even when he and Ersan Ilyasova shared the court for a bit, I made it through. Not without a few bumps of Zoloft, but I made it.
Then, just as before, Jennings made a pass to Ilyasova for a triple, like in the old Milwaukee days. I thought I had my panic attack under control, but then I saw Scott Skiles, now coaching the Magic, watching from the sideline, and I totally lost it. My heart was beating at a million miles per hour, my vision disappeared completely, and while I tried to manipulate my spasming hands over the buttons of my phone, to call 911, I passed out.
Now here I am at the hospital. My little cat Japurri Purrker must have dialed the number. He’s a good kitty. And what do you know, they brought over my laptop in the ambulance so I could continue to make highlights! Real sweet gig, a super comfy bed, and I think one of the nurses definitely wants a slice of DTB pie. I caught her checking out my abs while I was pretending to still be passed out.
Bucks’ fan PTSD is no joke. The doctor said that I couldn’t watch any more Pistons games, at least until I get this disease under control. Screw that, though, with all the meds they’ve got me on I got through these highlights no problem!