I have a cold. It's not a horrible one, just yet, but I fear it's well on it's way to "someone please kill me" levels. Oddly enough, I think this is the first time I've really been sick this winter. I've had days when I've felt lousy, but I haven't truly been sick. For that I am extraordinarily thankful.
At midnight last night I decided I should take something so I could breath a bit and sleep a lot. So, I did what any red blooded American would do & I grabbed the Nyquil from my medicine cabinet. Why I did is beyond me because earlier that afternoon I read the following on a friend's FB page: This post brought to you by Nyquil, the nighttime sniffling sneezing oh god there are purple spiders on the wall medicine. That should have been warning/reminder enough.
My massive Nyquil hangover this morning was a pretty strong reminder of why I try to avoid the stuff. The fact that I'm nearly 20 hours away from the only dose I took & I'm still fighting medicine head should be enough incentive to keep me off the stuff for the next year or so...but I know in the end, my sinuses will get the better of me & I'll take it again. Just not anytime soon.
Right now I'd like to sleep soundly, breath without battling, and find a way to hold up the weight of my own head without pain being involved. Lord, please don't let this be early stages of the flu. Someone may have to put me out of my misery.