Coming out of the fog...

I’ve been sick for the past several days. Oh, how I hate being sick. I was just telling Christine how I still had her cough medicine in my bathroom from several months ago. Last night my thoughts and my coughing kept me tossing and turning. I even tried to prop myself up with several pillows so I wouldn’t cough as much. The coughing continued.

I remembered back to when I was younger and would try to muffle my cough so my mom wouldn’t bring me any cough syrup. I especially hated cherry flavored cough syrup. *hated* and Hate is a strong word. Eventually, I started gagging when my mom would try to give it to me, so it ended up being useless.

A few minutes passed and more coughing ensued. I’m talking the you-see-stars-because-you-are-coughing-so-hard, the can’t-catch-your-breath kind of coughing. So, I made my way to the bathroom and am fully awake from the coughing despite the fact that it is 1:30am. I opened the medicine cabinet and look at the bottle of Kroger’s version of Nyquil. “Okay, it’s green”, I tell myself, “It can’t be cherry flavored.” Then I notice the little medicine cup attached and it tells me that I need to drink two tablespoons of this crap. And, if you’ve ever hated anything as much as I hate this, you’ll know that two tablespoons is a lot. “I can do this” leads to “I don’t want to get sick after I drink this” to saying out loud, “Dana, you are a freaking adult…this is not that bad. It’s kind of like doing a shot.” Which, somehow, made this more do-able. It was disgusting, but tolerable. Then, some sleeping happened and when I drug myself out of bed I was so out of it. I was walking into work and was aware that I was walking, almost as if I wasn’t walking. It has taken me the entire day to feel somewhat normal again.