I am now on Week Four of the Yuck. That virus that’s been going around and which lingers long, long after its welcome has been outworn.
Started with a sore throat, bloomed into a nasty respiratory scourge – plugged ears and nose, tightness in chest, Darth Vadar-like raspiness when inhaling and topped off by what is euphemistically referred to as a “productive” cough. Ugh. Misery. Caught it in NYC, brought it to the West Coast where, surprise, everyone else already had it. Bad news travels fast, as they say.
Week 1 I was brave, Week 2 I hunkered down for the duration, Week 3 it (and I, with my incessant coughing) became a bore and this week, Week 4, well, no one really wants to hear about it, including you.
But there is a silver lining. Rather, a syrupy green lining. Ah, Nyquil!
Since I don’t sleep anyway and especially not when gunk is collecting in my throat at an alarming rate, Nyquil is the one and only ticket to rest and sanity. I highly recommend the gel caps, which provide an alternate route to gagging from the taste of the traditional liquid Nyquil concoction. I’ve had several semi-nights sleep thanks to this stuff and got to wondering, what IS it about Nyquil that actually puts you to sleep, being over-the-counter and all?
The answer: Doxylamine succinate! What it lacks in rolling off the tongue, it makes up for in its application as a short-term sedative. According to Wikipedia, “it is more sedating than some prescription hypnotics” and when you can’t sleep because of vats of mucus rolling in waves down your throat, that’s exactly what you need.
Not an every-night option, of course, but when you can’t breathe and can’t sleep, a dose of Nyquil will give you at least three hours of nighty-night, not to mention some VERY interesting dreams.
I’m pretty sure this stuff in my throat will be in the rear view mirror within a few days but I’m planning to lay in a copious store of Nyquil for whatever virus is lurking on the horizon. I heartily recommend it as a stocking-stuffer, by the way. Just a thought.
By the way, does anyone else feel like Christmas is roaring down the track like a runaway freight train? Fa-la-la-la-la and pass the tissue!