Monday, February 12, 2007
Meet my new best friend.
Jason and Anna Marie went out to dinner with my parents last night, and I stayed home.
Because I'm sick.
It's hard to believe that something as simple as allergies can make a person feel this icky.
I'm not running a fever, or having the chills. No body aches to speak of, other than the sinus headache that's lingering despite my best efforts.
I've sniffled and sneezed my way through the weekend.
Oh, back to the medicine.
Last night after my two red heads got home, I mentioned to Jason that I wish I had something stronger that a mix of Benadryl and Sudafed to get me through the night. He mentioned that mom was headed to Wal Mart after they ate, and that I should ask her to pick me up something.
For those of you who haven't figured it out by now, Nyquil has turned its back on us.
It's no longer the "nighttime sinffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, so you can rest medicine."
(And believe it or not, I've actually recited that jingle to myself in the store to figure out if I had enough symptoms to qualify to buy this stuff.)
It no longer has a decongestant!
What good is being knocked out, when you can't breathe?
So, I asked her to bring me something on the order of an antihistamine/decongestant. And she brought me Alka Seltzer Cough and Cold.
Clearly, I'm being overmedicated, but I don't care.
It knocked me out. Problem is, I can only take it at night. So today, I'm back to mixing my own allergy relief cocktail. This time it's Chlor-Trimeton ('cause it's non-drowsey) and Sudafed.
It's been an hour, and I don't feel any better. But I have a plan.
I'm going to try to go home after lunch and see more of my New Best Friend.
Jason and Anna Marie will be gone to Memphis. I will have the house to myself.
Well, except for the turtle, who is (we hope) hibernating, and the fish, which have become, shall we say, prolific in the past few months.
And while I'm on the subject of this medicine, riddle me this: why does a company develop a medicine designed to make you sleep, and then make it wear off in four to six hours? Why not make it last eight hours?
It's just a thought.
Anyway, I'd better get to work around here, so my boss will be more likely to let me go home at lunch.