I don't know what it is, change of seasons, allergic reaction to eating funky stuff the past few weeks, or dare I say it? a plain old head cold, but after a night of mouth breathing wherein my tongue was recarpeted, I am staggering around as if I have encephalitis.
Last night was a gallon of Stanky Tea and a steamy bath and eucalyptus in the humidifier and a hot pack on my Jen Lok Oil (think Vick's Vap-o-Rub for the medicinally evolved) slathered chest. I have taken olive leaf and vitamin C and garlinaise and thistlecleanse and extra multivites and a sizable cache of clementines has been purchased. I spent a half hour this morning with my turkey baster faux neti pot and eucalyptus. Then it was off to a full day of classes, full of phlegm, devoid of energy, full of kaboomy, sneezy woe.
First there was a hazy Industrial Organizational Psych class where I listened to a lecture on (I think) how emotion impacts work motivation, and it was as if I were both underwater and doing whippets. In desperation, I turned in my Granolahead Global Membership Card and bought some advil cold and sinus from the school store, and within a half hour I heard a popping sound, my ears cleared, and I spent the next few hours as if on 'roids with dry mouth and thinky thoughts and the Power of Drugs coursing through my system. Not wanting to spend another night of achy breaky wheezy sneezy agony, I renounced all claims to anything granola and purchased a bottle of Nyquil Nightime Cold and Sinus.
The Hoon is trying to be understanding, as he is my sole source of support as I wend my way along the Itchy Sneezy Achy So I Can Rest highway, but when I approach him he mwreows: talk to the paw, Nyquil Breath. But chicken soup is brewing on the stove, and he will be my best friend yet again once I ladle up a bowlfull and he attempts to cadge a little poultry action.
Here's how I look at it: coffee was my gateway drug. Sure, it has its problems. Yes, I believed I could handle it. But now, here I am, poised to polish off a bottle of neon blue Stuff so that I may keep those neurons firing and keep those A's that I love so much plumping up my GPA.
And that is how They get you. You refuse The Shrub. You just say no to Consumerism. But it all gets down to the over the counter drugs, doesn't it?
Must watch dvds and Go Prone on couch now . . .