It’s that time of year, again, when we all get the sniffles and coughs and regularly scheduled winter ailments.
However, for me, I’m never quite sure if it’s allergies or an actual cold.
I can guess, but I’m never really sure.
So, I take this medicine or that medicine until something takes and that’s how I diagnose…based on what works.
However, there is one surefire way for me to tell whether it’s allergies or a cold, and it’s by looking at my nightstand in the morning.
I’ve been under the weather for about a week, now.
I power through, but it’s starting to wear me down.
Yet, I haven’t known what to take (and can’t take much anyway, as I’m still nursing) so it persists.
This morning, however, I was able to make my diagnosis.
It’s a cold, verging on bronchitis.
Hmmm…what tipped me off?
See, I’m a sleep-medicator.
Some people sleepwalk, sleep-eat, sleep-lots of things.
Me?
I sleep-medicate.
Apparently, in the night, the coughing got so bad that it triggered my asthma, which caused me to, in my sleep, sit up and rifle through my nightstand drawer to find an inhaler.
And, apparently, the first one was empty.
So, I went for the second.
Which was also empty.
I must have finally found what I needed in the third, and went back to sleep.
I remember none of this.
This is why I don’t keep any other medications in my nightstand drawer.
I also think that I need to throw out those empty inhalers.
But that’s another post.
