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.
In our attempts to get human beings to stop being fucking assholes on a macro scale can we not just turn around and be fucking assholes on a micro scale
I feel like we would be way more productive if we could just agree on that
Because cats have scent glands on their face! Scent marking-something equals ownership, so your cat is claiming the things in it’s territory as belonging to it. Even in the absence of any competitors, it’s important for animals to have their space smell like themselves. (And sometimes, because faces get itchy).
It’s not just about ownership, but affection. Families smell like each other. You’re family, so you get to smell like cat.
There’s pretty good evidence suggesting “five golden rings” is actually a reference to the yellowish rings around a pheasant’s neck or to “goldspinks,” an old name for a pretty little bird called the Goldfinch—not to the hand jewelry. And that actually makes sense, considering every other lyric in the first seven days of the song references a bird.
If you want to discourage this behavior, it’s probably easier to talk about it in gender-neutral terms. “In crowded spaces, it’s rude to take up more space than you need.” I think most people can agree on that. I think if we called it something like “seat hogging” very few people would come out of the woodwork to defend it.
But as soon as you turn it into a gender discourse–”manspreading is a symptom of toxic masculinity teaching men that it’s manly to take up more space than women”–then you find people willing to go waaaayyyy out on a limb to justify it. What about men’s hip shapes? What about squishing their balls? Why are you demanding everyone sit with their kneecaps perfectly touching at all times? You can’t prove that 100% of men do this and 0% of women do this! Suddenly “is it okay to be the human equivalent of a BMW parked across three spaces” becomes a live debate.
And I don’t really know what the answer is here. It’s easier to not bring gender into it if you just want a damn subway seat that isn’t 50% knee. But it’s not the whole story, and it’s letting people push you around by means of obnoxious discourse. And if we concede ground here, does it make it harder to talk about issues that can’t be discussed without admitting some kinds of gender disparity exist?
…Aw man, now these guys have even got their metaphorical knees in women’s way.
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