Sunday, August 03, 2008

Summer cold.

Whose big idea was the summer cold? It's a terrible concept. Frankly, I just don't get it, how cold germs can be hardy enough to withstand the heat. Plus, the summer cold masquerades as allergies, so there's the whole Claritin-vs.-DayQuil debate, which can lead to lying awake at night deciding if the ticklishness one feels is allergen-related or viral. Then, at 1:45 a.m., the NyQuil makes its most compelling argument, so down it goes. Sleep descends like a hammer. A twenty-four hour hammer.

After my middle of the night drug-taking, I woke up at quarter to eleven this morning. Then, after a period of great grogginess and newspaper reading, I took a nap. A several hour nap. Basically, my whole Sunday I spent behind the water-soluble wall of a LiquiCap, as it dissolved and I gradually woke up. Which puts the likelihood of being able to sleep tonight in a fair amount of doubt. But hey. I haven't sneezed today. Much.

5 comments:

Nik said...

Ahh. Nyquil. The elixir of the gods. Summer colds are stupid. Hope you feel better soon.

DiaNe said...

I am sorry to hear you are not feeling well. On a lighter note, I wrote a poem about grandpa that I think you might like. It might make you get better.

But keep taking the Nyquil. Poems are only so powerful.

ann cannon said...

I drink Nyquil even when I don't have a cold. So there you have it.

I hope you feel better soon. Listen to some M. C. Beaton on tape. Hamish Macbeth always makes me happy. And may I say your new header is stunning stunning stunning.

ABick said...

haha. i know this EXACT FEELING!! it is ridiculous! and so unfair! the claritin/dayquill fight is brutal because you just want to feel better! BUT WHICH ONE! grr..boo summer colds!
*sidenote* did you watch last weeks my boys???

gilian said...

i am with you on the summer cold stink eye. my summer cold has now morphed into phase 2, and anybody who is familiar with sequels will understand how miserable the past few days have been. part deux is always worse, makes no sense, is often a waste of some good summer time, and rarely worth the price of admission. as is my second summer cold, which followed to to to closely on the heels of the first summer cold 2008.

on a bright note, though, once again, your masthead dazzles. it made my eyes water.

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