Infected!

I knew I should have steered clear. I knew I was getting just a trifle too cocky about this stuff and saying how lucky I am that it rarely bothers me. But doggone it anyway, wouldn't you just know it though it's happened.

I got a head cold!

Last Thursday, a mere two days after she started attending the preschool over in Clearfield for autistic kids, Maya came home with a head cold. She promptly shared it with her little brother. He and Maya both decided (apparently) that I don't have enough things going on in my life, in my body what with all the other weird aches and pains in my back, my leg, my ankle, etc., so they both gave me this wonderful gift now too. (It's either that or I got it via a virus on my computer through a certain Canadian blogger who, two days ago, announced she was suspending blogging till the head cold she had broke up and the cotton feeling in her head cleared up!)

So anyway, here I am now with my right nostril blocked, my throat getting raspier by the minute, all kinds of stuff that Claire, that "Cheeky little Brit" as Linda called her on her blog last night, told us she had going on in her head, ears and throat a good while back! And feeling sluggish as all get out here is what I'm dealing with too right now.

The cold tablets I'm taking say on the advisements on the package that these could cause insomnia - among other lovely and wonderful side effects - like an increase in blood pressure, rapid heartbeat and the like.

With me, these particular tablets along with the cough medicine - and don't forget to add in the grandson's penchant at times for waking up about five to ten minutes after my head hits the pillow and keeping me up for anywhere from a half hour to two or three hours in the middle of the night -well, these meds apparently work in the reverse then on me - they make me drowsy, very, very drowsy.

Which is one reason I always liked Contact! The package for them warns that Contact could make a person drowsy but it always seemed to give me a buzz, wake me up! Actually, Contact usually reminds me of the days, way, way back when (almost four decades ago) that I used to love to take neat little pills commonly referred to as "Christmas Trees" and a few other types that had very politically incorrect names for them too but gave me loads of energy and the ability to stay awake for days on end!

Sometimes, I miss those good old days ya know so much so that there have been times in recent years I kind of longed for a good head cold so I had an excuse to take Contact and get that nice little buzz plus lots of energy to boot.

Today is not one of those days though.

I just want this cold to cease and desist - just Be. Gone. Now.

Know what I mean there?