Tag Archives: DayQuil

Sleep easy

I had to set a really early alarm to catch my flight to Dallas this morning, and I actually slept until it went off.  My secret?

The Quil.

Usually if I have to get up super early for any reason, I wake up every hour on the hour to check and make sure I am not sleeping through my alarm.

It’s really annoying.

Then I’m awake before my alarm goes off and really tired from my night of no sleep.

But yesterday I had the beginnings of  a head cold.  And since I was taking DayQuil yesterday, I took NyQuil last night to complete the continuous cycle of medication I had started.  As a result, I slept like a baby…and seriously thought my smoke detector was beeping when I was jarred awake in the wee hours.

What have we learned?

NyQuil.  It’s not just for head colds anymore.

That’s sick

When did you first realize you were an adult?

Was it your first car?  Your first job?  That first house payment or marriage or baby?

For me, I’m always reminded I’m an adult when I’m sick.  No matter how lousy I feel, I still have to get out of bed — and make it up, because I’m my mother’s daughter — and take my dog Rory for a walk.  Because dogs have to go outside and do their business, even when you feel like poop.

If I were a kid, and not an adult, someone else would take care of such things.

The side benefit of this responsibility is that the fresh air usually makes me feel a bit better. And getting up for Rory’s walk means I not only feed the dog but myself as well.  If it weren’t for this adult routine, I might skip breakfast altogether, which wouldn’t do much to improve my health.

I also get a chance to get a few things done in the morning when I still have some energy.  Let’s face it — when you’ve got a cold, you start to drag as the day wears on.

Of course, I have that evening walk a’comin’ to perk me right up!

(When can I take DayQuil again…?)

Seeing red

I am the latest victim of  ‘the cough.’

You know, the cough that we’re supposed to cover with our arm now?  Well, a person who will not be named here did not.  She let her cold germ-infected cough spew through the air of a small, not-so-very-well-ventilated green room, and spray all over those of us unfortunate enough to be sitting there.

In less than eight hours, I smelled snot.  And it was in my nose.

By the next day, that same snot was pouring out of my head.  The glands on one side of my neck were swollen.  I was running a low grade fever, and my voice sounded like a truck driver who smoked three packs a day.

All because of one uncovered cough in a small room.

To add insult to injury, I get nosebleeds when I blow my nose as often as a cold of this magnitude entails.  So, that’s fun.

But, today — day three of the tragedy — the fever has broken.  The DayQuil/NightQuil combination has stemmed the flow of mucous from my body.  Heck, I even felt like doing laundry this morning.

The crisis has passed.  Only the bitterness remains.

And a super-sexy, husky voice that I need to put to good use.