NyQuil = life's insult to injury

I missed out blogging yesterday because I've been much too busy hacking up my lungs.  The coughing has been so bad that its kept me up for several nights and me + no sleep = non-functional.  It's amazing I ever made it through the Gravy Kids' newborn stages without inadvertently bottle feeding them coffee creamer.

I will say this about being sick: I hate NyQuil.  I hate it so much that I'd rather try and go days without rest than succumb to what I perceive is the equivalent to drinking gasoline.  But the other night I had no choice, and to make matters worse, I couldn't find the stupid dosing cup that goes with the medicine and had to resort to piping it out with a toddler medicine syringe and shooting it from the only clean cup I could find: one with floating glitter and snowmen.

The whole experience was ridiculous.  But I slept like the big baby I am when I'm sick.