To shut off my thought processes entirely. To quit thinking about all of the things that might happen during my incapacitation. To quit fucking worrying about EVERYTHING, 'cos there is not a damned thing I can do right now.
As Doris Day said so eloquently, "Que serĂ¡, serĂ¡!"
The problem is that no amount of music, conversation, whatever seems to be able to shut my racing mind down once I get started. I'm not one for drugs, so somebody PLEASE, I need alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol!