I'm nearing the half way point of posting a blog post a day. I've not a single interesting thing to say today except I'm feeling pretty miserable. And we all know what they say about misery. I have consumed so many fluids in the past 24 hours in an attempt to drown the beast that's taken over my sinuses. As a result, as soon as I lie down, I have to get back up to pee-and let's not talk of the delicate art of coughing without having a literal watershed moment. My husband told me his colleague swore by a tea, honey and cinnamon concoction that would cure me by morning. It hasn't-which only goes to prove how desperate I was to feel better. I think I'll go back to the Vernors gingerale.
I sent my son to the store to buy me some tissues. My nose feels like I've taken sandpaper to it and I'm running low on paper products to wipe this prodigiously running nose. He came home with "antiviral" kleenex. Give me a break. Are those Kleenex people kidding me? Is it to kill what's inside of me, or prevent me from spreading the wealth? How many ways can these people reinvent the wheel, or in their case, tissue? It has ascorbic ACID in it. Acid burns when rubbed on raw skin. Duh.
I'd also like to spend a moment discussing pseudoephedrine. Love. Hate. It does help dry me up, but it also pushes me over that edge I tend to stand too close to. But what really burns my arse is the pseudo-pseudoephedrine they try to sell me. Sheesh. Alright already! There is nothing in the pseudo-pseudo product that works. To get the good stuff, I have to present my driver's license to the pharmacist. Otherwise, who knows? They may think I'm trying to brew some strange concoction in my bathtub.