Lilies of the Field

When you move to a town that's motto is "The Livable Forest" and are suddenly surrounded by what you see above, your head decides that it doesn't like it and revolts. Then, your nose and your throat quickly follow. It's not fun, and you won't like it because you become desperate and desperate leads to dumb. Just dumb.

I have all this congestion (yes, it's my fourth time to have this junk this school year.), and last night I decided to take some medicine to hopefully eliminate the exploding of my head and faucet-like nostrils that had occurred yesterday morning. Our medicine is below the sink in the guest bathroom, so when I went in there to pull out my plethora of cold medicine, I saw the box that was labeled Tylenol Cold. Appropriate, right? I pulled out the little sheet of tablets and took two.

When Cameron came to bed, he woke me up and asked if I had taken medicine because I was breathing really hard. I told him that I had. I'm kind of stubborn about taking medicine which may or may not thoroughly frustrate him, so he probed me to figure out which kind. Being a sweet husband, he went to the counter where I had left the pills, and using the Internet, he looked up the scientific/medical name that was on the foil. The next thing I remember was him coming to inform that I hadn't taken cold medicine, but instead, I had injected myself with medicine to stop DIARRHEA. So yes, I won't be having diarrhea today (or anything of that nature) or possibly for a couple of days, but I will still have congestion, an exploding forehead, and snot.

Lesson: When you clean out your medicine cabinet and downsize by putting lose pills into one box to save space, don't feel so proud of yourself for being organized because it might eliminate problems later that you never really had. Like diarrhea.

The end.

P.S. After this discovery, my sweet husband then brought me Benadryl (or Wal-dryl because we're cheap like that) to aide the original ailment. He's the best nurse!