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I've had a rotten cold all weekend.
May. 12th, 2002 02:19 pmI started feeling a fever on Thursday night. When I woke up Friday, I had a sore throat but no fever. By 3 pm, my sinuses had started filling very rapidly. Around 6 pm, the fever started again. I bought NyQuil, DayQuil and tissues on the way home.
NyQuil does not knock me out. I cannot understand how both John Pinette and Dennis Leary, two comedians with a difference in weight equivalent to another comedian, could have the same effect on a shot of NyQuil that only drains my sinuses a little. It's mostly booze, right? A few shots of booze and I'm usually planning a nap. Instead, this shot with a gram or two of other stuff merely ameliorated the hallucinations I had once I finally got to sleep.
I don't think my hallucinations are like other people's. I don't see things or hear things; instead, my mind get caught in a theory and I can only ride it out. When I had the flu at age eleven (on Christmas day, no less), I wound up stumbling into the hall and telling my mom, "I know you're not going to believe me, but there are a hundred people on my bed arguing about the history of color television."
I can't normally recall the entire hallucination afterward. They're so illogical that my waking-state mind won't even address that data. This time it seemed to be: each position I took while sleeping (on my right side, on my left side, head under a pillow, one leg over the sheet and one under, etc.) was a method of finishing a long-distance road race. I went to the bathroom at one point during all of this and, though I could tell exactly where I was and could tell myself "they're just hallucinations; they'll be done in the morning", I thought I was taking a pit stop. Before you ask, no I do not like car racing.
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NyQuil does not knock me out. I cannot understand how both John Pinette and Dennis Leary, two comedians with a difference in weight equivalent to another comedian, could have the same effect on a shot of NyQuil that only drains my sinuses a little. It's mostly booze, right? A few shots of booze and I'm usually planning a nap. Instead, this shot with a gram or two of other stuff merely ameliorated the hallucinations I had once I finally got to sleep.
I don't think my hallucinations are like other people's. I don't see things or hear things; instead, my mind get caught in a theory and I can only ride it out. When I had the flu at age eleven (on Christmas day, no less), I wound up stumbling into the hall and telling my mom, "I know you're not going to believe me, but there are a hundred people on my bed arguing about the history of color television."
I can't normally recall the entire hallucination afterward. They're so illogical that my waking-state mind won't even address that data. This time it seemed to be: each position I took while sleeping (on my right side, on my left side, head under a pillow, one leg over the sheet and one under, etc.) was a method of finishing a long-distance road race. I went to the bathroom at one point during all of this and, though I could tell exactly where I was and could tell myself "they're just hallucinations; they'll be done in the morning", I thought I was taking a pit stop. Before you ask, no I do not like car racing.
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