Something has its grip on me

 I am not feeling well.  Something has its grip on me.  I am messed up.  I am disassociating from the world around me.  The world whirls around me in a blur.  The big band music is soaked up by my brain.  Wondering what my friends are up to.   My right hand vibrates so that I’m having a hard time typing.  Drinking coffee further twists my mind.  Still the big band music rattles on bopping and sweeping across my dendrites.  I wish I had a hug but I don’t think I could physically accept one- too much stimulation.  Swirling.  I am out.  Life is but an image upon a plane.  Something has its grip on me.