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gallusrostromegalus:

gallusrostromegalus:

Nyquil fucks me up every time I take it and furthermore, has the audacity to make me forget what fucking happens every single time.  Since taking it at about midnight last night, My day:

  • Woke up at 4-6 AM and apparently did the dishes
  • Fiance gets up at 8:00AM, allegedly has fully cognizant conversation with me about his plans to stay late and tutor classmates. I don’t remember even being awake.
  • at 9:32 AM, my Dad called me and i had a 23-minute phone call with him that I have no recollection of, but apparently I spent most of it discussing the merits and drawbacks of the various tablets my mother is interested in.  I was mad about how expensive updating storage capacity was for most of them.
  • Felling way more sober than I actually am, attempt to drive to school at 10:12.  and spend enough time confused why my keys aren’t working on my car that my neighbor actually comes out of his apartment to ask what I’m doing to his car.  I decide to stay home.
  • 10:40: Send emails to professors to tell them I’m in no shape to be in class.  I think I am eloquent. Upon opening my email later I realize I’ve sent them emails with the subject line “fuckt up” and message: “sorry, love you.”
  • Benefits of going to a small college: they know I’ve got exciting drug reactions already and are sick as well and reply with “I understand and hope you are feeling well soon, here is today’s lecture slides” and “lol” respectively.
  • ~11- 12:30 : Get lost in neighborhood walking dog.  In my defense, it’s 99% off-beige generic prefab housing on nonlinear-bordering-on-noneuclidean streets and Charlie had no interest in going home either.
  • 12:30-3:00: Wall
  • 3:00 : phone alarm goes off and I suddenly realize fiance was supposed to be home an hour and a half ago. Fly into immediate panic, try to find phone to call him and/or the sherrif becuase he’s obviously dead in a ditch or something.  I am holding my phone the whole time.
  • 3:16 : Fiance gets home, I cry like a bitch, the dog also cries, everyone has a really bad 15 minutes.
  • 3:33 : Realize I haven’t actually ate or drank yet today. Immediately consume a quart of apple cider and plate of taquitos.  Make pork chops and potatoes and don’t stop talking about what happens if a werewolf has sex with a dog while shifted the entire time.
  • 4:00: pass out on couch to the soothing sounds of Mario Oddesy
  • 1AM: Why is it thursday?

The moral of the story is that you should always write down any drug reactions and label medication you should take with a large index card that says “DO NOT TAKE THIS IT FUCKS YOU UP THEN YOU FORGET” in large, friendly letters.

To answer a few questions about this post:

  • I didn’t take anything Except the Nyquil the previous night.
  • This happens to me with most sinus medication- benadryl, children’s cold meds, nasal sprays etc. 
  • According to my Psychiatrist, some people with ADHD, Bipolar, Depression or TBI can have really weird reactions to sinus drugs because they fuck with your sleep/wake cycle, though the exact mechanisms are unknown.  
  • Out here, “Apple Cider” is apple juice made with the skin left in, the boozy stuff is called “Hard Cider”
  • “Wall” refers to the act of lying on one’s side, staring at the spackle with nary a thought in one’s skull. It’s soothing, except for the part where you don’t actually feel like anything. 0/10, not reccomended.
  • My conclusion is that it results in wolf-hybrids with werehumanism, thank you two people who asked.

Since people were asking How I knew shit down even though I don’t remember:

  • Fiance told me about hearing me do the dishes, and about the conversation at 8AM.  “Didn’t you remember me telling you I’d be late?” He asks as I try to explain I thought he’d died or something. “NO.” I sob, refusing to let go.
  • Phone contains records of calls made and emails sent. Technlogy is amazing.
  • There is also a Pedometer for measuring exercise and told me when I was out walking the dog. Also have ~vauge recollections of trying to remember what fucking street I was on.
  • In related news, I’m not totally insane, Whoever named the streets in my neighborhood is. There are six streets named “Pioneer” for some reason.  “Pioneer Drive” “Pioneer Way” etc.  Good Job, Municipal Planning Guy Dave.
  • Also I have neighbors with nothing better to do than watch everyone go by and complain when you don’t behave in the expected fashion for them but Mr. Collins has a broken foot and nothing better to do so I forgive him.
  • Started to be able to remember things around 3 PM, even if i was an emotional wreck.

I’m like a really shitty, very sick Sherlock Holmes, except I’m funny and look better in hats.

The worst part was it didn’t even stop my nose from running.