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I prepared for bed last night as I do any other night. I brushed my teeth, flossed, and applied some intensive night serum to my face to increase the look of skin elasticity. I did all of this despite the fact that my body was in extreme pain. My joints ached, my throat was dry, and I spent all of yesterday either sniffling or blowing yellow/bone white mucus out of my nose.
In short, I was feeling sick and I had all of the symptoms that come with harboring a common cold or flu.
You know when you’re sick and your body, specifically your butt, just sort of becomes a leaky tire? Farts are expelled when you least expect them, each one more rancid than the last, and you can point to those farts, coupled with aches in your joints and a dry throat and say, yup, I’m sick right now. Well last night was one of those nights, and I feared that it would get worse through the night if I didn’t nip it in the bud. So nip it I did.
The decision to shoot back a few milliliters of NyQuil is one that I don’t take lightly. I love sleeping and I value it over most things in this life of mine, but the residual effects following a sleep induced by NyQuil are a tough hump to get over. I have to be in dire straights health-wise to consider taking the ‘Quil, and last night was one of those nights.
Normally I get uninterrupted, peaceful sleep while on NyQuil, and through the years I’ve come to trust it as a reliable way to get some shut eye when I’m feeling like trash.
I poured out a measured amount of NyQuil and shot it back. Thirty or forty minutes later I was out like a light, but this only lasted for what I think was two hours.
The next 6 hours, from around midnight to 6:00 a.m., were spent in something I can only now describe as a very vivid limbo. I was never fully asleep or 100% conscious, just sort of floating in and out and all the while thinking that I was experiencing some kind of psychotic episode.
I could tell my brain that I was experiencing psychosis and that would register in my head, but I was never able to get out of it. Does that make sense? I found myself sweating heavily in bed but cold at the same time and talking out loud in my room. I had broken through the fourth wall and I was speaking to an audience of nonexistent people, suddenly believing myself to be a fictional character.
The dream I was having was so real, and yet looking back on it now I’m realizing that the “dream” in question was me just sitting up in bed and saying nonsensical things to nobody.
I couldn’t fully get to sleep, and yet… I was asleep? I went from my bedroom to the bathroom six or seven times, turning the lights on and off and thinking that all of it made sense. I was on the verge of tears. I was paranoid and agitated. I thought for a moment that perhaps the NyQuil was expired, or that a rogue agent had come creeping into my bathroom and laced my bottle with LSD, but these thoughts quickly dissipated into more nonsense.
I know that outside of a person’s commute to work, the last thing anyone wants to hear about is a dream that someone else has had the night prior, but I don’t think this NyQuil experience counts as that.
Last night I experienced a full blown psychotic episode. Instead of feeling well rested this morning, I woke up with a hangover. I wrote all of this down as quickly as I could so as not to forget what happened and I’m not even sure everything I’ve written actually did happen. I can tell you, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the bottle of NyQuil sitting next to my sink is getting tossed the second I get home tonight. I don’t want to tell you what to do, but I’d consider dumping any NyQuil you’ve got laying around. That stuff is not to be trifled with..
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