I'm sick. So far, let's see what I've got in my system: Four ibuprofen. One can of chicken noodle soup (John Progresso, if you will). One cup of Equate knock-off TheraFlu. A couple swigs of Gatorade. A popsicle. An orange. I'm trying everything. Except Nyquil or Sudafed or that Tylenol Severe Cold and Flu stuff I bought last time I was sick. I never took any of it because it intimidated me. But the last thing I need to be at about 6:00 (or 6:20, depending on the snoozes) in the morning is comatose. So hopefully, I've pain-killed, nourished, steamed, chilled, electrolyted, and citrused myself back to health. I have N'Ice throat drops on stand-by. I'm sure the cashier at WalMart thought I was crazy. As well as everyone else in the store.
After my mom me callled while I was trying a different method--sleeping it off--she called my sister. She, in turn, called me and gave me a strict WalMart shopping list. So I rolled out of bed pretty much out of it and went to purchase my wellness. Needless to say, I was still asleep as I was perusing the aisles of the store. And it took me about four times as long as a normal trip to get in and out. I would just stand in the aisles looking at shelves and shelves of things going, "What is all this stuff? And what am I looking for?" I still feel that way looking at the words as I type them.
I think that means it's bedtime.