Thursday, already!
I’ll take it.
Last night, instead of swinging bells, I spent the entirety of the evening on my couch, watching things that make me laugh and trying to rest so that I can get rid of this cold by tomorrow.
You guys, I’m the biggest baby on the earth when I have a cold.
JW patiently made me 80 cups of tea, dinner, and fast forwarded all my DVR’d shows for me while I piled on the blankets.
He’s a good one, chickadees.
He also advised me to take Nyquil, which I accepted, despite really hating the way it makes me feel.
Sidenote story: when I was in high school, and my life was Very Important, I didn’t have a lot of time for sleeping.
And because of all my Very Important activities, like making the varsity soccer team, or finishing my homework, or getting into college, I had a lot of anxiety, so falling asleep was nearly impossible.
Not having access to prescription drugs (and also being a goody-two-shoes), I started taking Nyquil to sleep.
And also to fly.
You get the picture.
Eventually, my friend T explained to me that I was actually just drying my whole body out and having some really crazy dreams with my constant Nyquil use, which wasn’t really helping me to deal with my sleeping problem.
I quit the cold medicine once I realized he was right.
JW reminded me though, that it’s an acceptable course of action when you’re actually sick.
I’m a little slow sometimes, chicks.
This morning, I woke up feeling less feverish, and more like a human, but I’m downing Dayquil just to keep myself on the right side of whatever this is.
Next up: making it down the alley in the freezing rain without falling to my death.
I feel like being dramatic today, chickens.
I hope you made it without falling… the morning walk to the gym was like a mean trick!
Feel better soon. I hear ya on the cold medicine- I’m terrified of abusing it, but there are also the points where it can be absolutely vital in day-to-day life.