So I haven’t mentioned that I’ve been fighting a bit of a cold because every time I mention I have a cold someone will inevitably leave a comment about how they’re concerned that I seem to be sick so much of the time.
When the truth is that I don’t really feel like I’m sick very much at all. But I do have an eight-year-old who goes to school every day which is the equivalent of living with a petri dish so I’m bound to come down with the occasional cold.
I’m just glad that I haven’t crossed over into Hazel territory at this point. I just have heavy congestion in my head that has made me feel slightly miserable for the last few days and doesn’t seem to respond to Sudafed unless I take upwards of 120 mg of it which is precisely the amount it takes for me to feel like my heart might explode out of my chest.
And now you’re probably wondering why I’m telling you all this.
I wish I knew.
Oh. I just remembered. Because of all the cold/sinus/aliens living in my head I haven’t been able to sleep very well. I’ll go right to sleep but then wake up at some point in the night when I can no longer breathe through my nose and my right cheek feels like it’s caving in. I’ve tried various combinations of Zyrtec and Sudafed and Benadryl and vodka, but none of has really worked.
Then I was at HEB yesterday because we were out of milk and eggs and bread and chocolate, and I walked over to the pharmacy aisle to buy some more Benadryl. I really wanted to buy some more Sudafed but I am certain I’ve reached my pseudoephedrine maximum allotment for the month and was afraid I might be arrested on the spot for running a crystal meth lab.
As I perused the selection of cough and cold medicines I noticed the Nyquil sitting there on the shelves. Good old Nyquil. We had some good times years ago. There was a time period during my freshman year in college when I took Nyquil every night. I have no idea why, but I know that it helped me sleep like a baby.
I think it was sometime after I began my career in pharmaceutical sales that I started to look down on Nyquil. After all, it’s just a combination of Tylenol, an old school antihistamine, and a cough suppressant. I left Nyquil behind in favor of newer, fancier cold medicines.
But yesterday I decided to return to my medicinal roots. I bought the Nyquil. Granted, I bought the Nyquil capsules because I haven’t forgotten the way the liquid burns when you take a shot of it. Last night I took those Nyquil capsules and I slept the sleep of angels.
I mean, I’m sure I still snored like a sailor, but I was too drugged up to notice or care.
And isn’t that the point of all good medications?
Of course I also spent much of today falling asleep on the couch due to the after effects but that seems like a small price to pay.
I really wish I had a point to end this whole post and tie it up in a neat bow, but I can’t think of one right now. So I’m just going to go take my Nyquil and call it a day.
Oh, in case you’re interested, I wrote a post about some of my favorite movie quotes over on The Pioneer Woman’s Entertainment section. You can find it by clicking here.
Hope you have a lovely day.