“Like everybody else, when I don’t know what else to do, I seem to go in for catching colds.”
~ George Jean Nathan
Kittens! I am so sick of being sick! In desperation I went to the doctor yesterday (which since I’m normally a pretty healthy person, is highly unusual) and in order to calm my swollen throat I was prescribed antihistamines.
The trouble is, antihistamines have a very peculiar effect on me. About half an hour after taking them I turn into a hyperactive cross between a more than usually destructive two year old and a terrier. Everything is funny and the only way to live is running around in circles until you drop from exhaustion. It’s the pharmaceutical equivalent of watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail at two in the morning. After this high comes the crash and I drop into a comatose state from which not even the zombie apocalypse could wake me.
Even after I do manage to wake up (a dozen or so hours later), the lingering traces of chemicals in my blood stream mean that throughout the next day I will get waves of intense tiredness. Quite suddenly my head will drop or my vision will blur and I feel like I just need to lie down for a few hours.
Unfortunately this last bit is where I am now and it’s making work more difficult. I’ve already scattered a package of dried oatmeal all over the floor and caught my fingers in my keyboard and it’s not even 11am. I’m afraid I’ll do myself an injury long before 5pm.