Tried-a-minic...

Wow. Last week's cold has started turning into this week's bronchitis, which I really don't have time for, so I jotted off to the grocery store last night for cough drops and cough syrup. I have a really tweaky system that either super-amps medications or has reverse reactions to them - Nyquil, for instance, makes me very hyper - so I mostly have to take pediatric cold stuff. Triaminic is an established standby in my medicine cabinet, but I'd never tried the eight hour cough forumla. The fact that it's berry-flavored sold it and I happily took my dose when I got home.

And I stopped coughing! Yay! But I was also high as a freaking kite! I. Am. Not. Shitting. You. Didge looked at me about 45 minutes after I'd taken it and asked how I felt, I told him, "VERY relaxed. My whole body is relaxed." And I stayed that way. Anything I happened across on the web was more supremely interesting than the most supremely interesting thing has ever been. My entire being was engrossed in whatever my eyes landed on. Didge's hair has never seemed so bright. "Quarantine", what we decided on for last night's movie, was the *best thing ever*. And during the movie? I decided I had to have a snack.

Yes, darlings, let's talk chocolate cupcakes. I sort of allowed myself to float into the kitchen and treated myself to a cupcake. Never have I so acutely sensed the smell of chocolate. And eating it? I didn't eat that thing. I experienced it. And, I swear, I *danced* over how good it was. That chocolate cupcake was the most amazing thing I've ever consumed. After running in place in delight for a couple of seconds, I returned to my chair and started living "Quarantine" again.

I lived the movie to the extent of jumping and exclaiming when the main character would scream. Thank goodness there were only about twenty minutes left by this point, otherwise I might have hurt myself. And the end...actually, I won't tell you what I did over the end, but I made Didge play it twice and lived it both times. Telling you might act as a spoiler, and I hate those. Sleep came shortly thereafter, and was very, very black.

This morning, I'm fine. No cough, no after-effects of the medicine, and I'm actually well-rested after not having come awake coughing like an old man for the first time since Monday. But to be honest, I'm kind of scared to take that stuff again.