Although coping well enough during the day, this head cold is - ahem! - doing my head in at night. Last night I had not Codral Night Time to help me get through the sleeping hours. So today I dragged my sorry butt to the chemist to get some Day & Night tablets. Look, there are other remedies people rave about, but for me, it's got to be Codral. I enjoy a hot Lemsip, but if I am to sleep, it has to be Codral. It had not been an easy afternoon for me. Won't go into too much detail yet, but I had to do a few things and my 13yo has developed a particular deafness-cum-amnesia associated with gaming; forgetting he was going to help (and I don't care if he is about to battle Boudicca in the frigging x-box game). I did a fair bit yesterday to assist with his Ancient Egypt project, and as mentioned in previous posts, my computer has some annoying ads to be taken care of, ads that pop up like malign Jack-in-the-Boxes when I'm going onto web sites. We were both in such a toxic state of extreme piss-off, we agreed we would go to the library this afternoon and he could download pictures of the magnificent temples constructed at the behest of Rameses II. I kind of enjoyed helping with this project because Rameses II was a rather interesting character, and if you don't know, he died at the age of 90-odd. This to me was of significance given he lived over a thousand years before the accepted timeline of Christ's life; people didn't really live that long back then, to my knowledge. One of the articles suggested Rameses II died from old age. I snorted, 'Ya THINK?', when I read it. My son assures me he is grateful for my assistance, but you really have to wonder with teenagers.
So after being at the library, we traipsed to the marketplace and I went to purchase some Codrals. I really, really get the irrits purchasing Codrals. It is fortunate I hold a driver's licence, and I wonder what people who don't, or cannot drive have to do when their head is stuffed up, their eyes are itching, their sinuses throbbing like bass drum. It irks me no end being asked to produce this ID when all I want to do is buy a box of cold-and-flu remedy. My son asked why this rigmarole was necessary. I explained some flu remedies contain pseudo-ephedrine, which is often used in illegal street drugs. I also stepped on the soapbox and gave one of my patented rants that all I want to do is relieve my symptoms, thus giving me a good night's sleep. I have no intention of cooking up a batch of amphetamines at home, and even if I was, then it's up to the public NOT TO BUY THE DRUGS. I often feel like grabbing pharmaceutical clerks by the lapels and snarling at them to have a good look at me, a bleary-eyed and woeful waif, who cannot pronounce words with 'n' or 't', who is sniffling and giving the old snot-box a good honk into a Kleenex. Do I look like I have the energy to do anything other than taken a dose of the medicine and crawl into bed? Sick of feeling like a criminal, or a Dickensian orphan when I want to get some medicine.
Just a thought: does anyone else rather dislike songs with the lyrics that go along the lines of 'you belong to me' sung in whiny, piteous. mewling tones? Those lyrics are just plain disturbing, unless you're Carly Simon who has a good song of this very name. But I can name a couple of songs with similar lyrics delivered in an overwrought bleat, and all I can think is that I hope the object of their affection (read 'sick fixation') doesn't have a pet rabbit.
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