Was it the wafting aroma of VapoRub?

I am not sure exactly what it was that sent Mike out in the middle of the night on his mission.  It could have been the wafting aroma of VapoRub or the robust choruses of coughing that were occurring every few minutes – or perhaps a combination of the two.  Whatever the reason, off he went in the wee hours of the morning (3 AM) to secure what he believed would be the elixir of silence – Nyquil Cough.

When he arrived home he ushered up a plastic cap filled  with cherry flavored awfulness to me the wearer of the aromatic balm and denigrator of silence.  I was in too bedraggled a condition to object – so I drank the wretched stuff and in short order fell into a coughless coma.  It was not until 12 PM when Mike woke me up that I had an awareness of anything else on the planet.  Indeed, even then it took all I had to get my wits about me.

I started to have semi-normal brain activity a couple of hours later after copius amounts of coffee, and I have not had one uncontrollable coughing spasm since awakening today.  I loathe to admit it, but I think the Nyquil worked. I do wonder about what all that nastiness that caused me to cough in the first place is doing with itself now.  I don’t want it to stay where it isn’t wanted, but I guess I’ll just have to stay tuned and see what happens next.

I do, however, have a bit of a concern about Mike’s new knowledge of what Nyquil can accomplish when administered to me.  I think he may see it has a securer of silence, a procurer of traquility, an oasis of short term bachelorhood…I think it just might be alluring to be able to put me in a coma for a solid eight plus hours.  I can see where that may have its up-side to him.  Luckily, that stuff isn’t easy to camoflauge or Mike might have me doing a lot more sleeping.  The bottom line is - he went out in the middle of the night to secure the mechanism by which I could sleep – I guess if he derived a benefit from his good deed that is a fair enough gift from the universe.  ;-)

Day one thousand two hundred and forty-three of the new forty – obla di obla da

Ms. C

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I teach at NDSU...but I remain a student of life with all the enthusiasm that entails. My favorite saying is, "Sometimes you have to take the leap and build your wings on the way down." In the new forty that is what I am doing...building my wings.
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