This head cold is about to do me in. (Why do we call it a head cold, anyway? Sure, it’s in the head area, but you’ve never heard anyone say, Man, I just can’t shake this cold. Oh, your head all clogged up? No, no. It’s my hand.)
I made friends with my bottle of NyQuil last night instead of studying. I figured I could just turn in early and do all my studying in the morning. And this morning, on my way to school, I figured it would be good to pick up a pack of DayQuil, despite what my finances said I could do. DayQuil would be a must, a little nugget of truth I discovered Friday afternoon when a quick swig of NyQuil hit me like an elephant tranquilizer dart. That was quite a nap.
I stand there, looking over the options. New formula? Really? I lean in for a closer look. Well, It seems this one’s somehow rid itself of pseudoepheprine. Hmm. Well, that just won’t do. I didn’t want to snag some reformulated crap just because half the Middle Tennessee population can’t control their meth intake. But, no! It seems the pharmacy is closed at this hour! And they’re keeping the good stuff behind the counter these days. Well, I had to have something, so I grabbed a box.
It works surprisingly well. In fact, I might just be more pleased with this new drug, phenylephrine HCL, than with my old buddy pseudoephedrine. For nearly four hours I was relatively sniffle-free, but the bonus to this new drug is that I’m not walking around inside a bubble. There’s not the feeling of everything being surreal anymore. So there it is, I’m happier with the reformulation of DayQuil.
