Yup, I gots me a cold. Nasal & sinus congestion, sore throat, sneezing, the real deal. If I start aching, then it’ll be the flu. I started feeling it yesterday afternoon. My first reaction was WTF? A cold in September, when it’s 28 degrees Celsius outside? Then, of course, common sense took over, and I reminded myself that colds aren’t caused by cold itself, but by a bacteria or virus (in the case of the flu). I have no idea where I got it, since no one at work is sick.
I woke up around 6 am this morning (Sunday), which is unusual, because usually I sleep until 3 pm on the weekends. Head - throbbing - nose - plugged-up - throat - sore - ugh - dehydrated. I drank two glasses of water, then went foraging for something - anything - I could take to relieve the pain. Nothing in my entire place, save for some Otrivin nasal spray, which I used copious amounts of.
Drifted in and out of sleep, until finally I realized it was pointless. I need NyQuil® - but the pharmacy doesn’t open until 9 AM. Ah! I’ll make that curry! The chicken had been marinating in yogurt and curry paste all night, in the fridge.
So there I am, slicing onions, mincing garlic, dicing potatoes, roll-chopping carrots, cubing tomatoes. I make the curry, and it’s now simmering, because the damned potatoes won’t soften. :mad: I remind myself of the joys of slow cooking. I’m sure it will be lovely this evening, even though it’ll probably end up some homogenous stew, its components indiscernable one from the other.
I draw myself a bath, which turns out to be lovely. I get dressed, and at 8:50, leave the house to go to the pharmacy. I get there around 9, and they’re still opening. I’m the first one in. I purchase a giant bottle of NyQuil® as well as some non-drowsy daytime tablets for my return to work tomorrow. The cashier smiles at me. “I was just reading your pin.” I have a pin on the right strap of my knapsack that reads “Queen of fucking EVERYTHING!”
I get home, stir the curry, and adjust the seasoning some more. The potatoes still aren’t cooperating. Ah well, they’ll give in eventually.
9:35 am: My first swig of NyQuil®. Yum. Why buy Sambucca if you can get this stuff cheaper, with a better buzz?
9:38 am: Log on to the SDMB. Check for interesting threads.
9:40 am: Start this thread.
Waiting for the delicious elixir to work its magic. It shan’t be long, though.
Thus begins my NyQuil® day. Updates as I drift in and out of consciousness. 
