Just so you folks know things ain't all peaches and cream at chez Blaschke, I'm sick today. Yesterday, too, despite the Father's Day jaunt to Old San Antone. I woke up with a raw, sandpapery sore throat, and deep, evil congestion. Yesterday I burned through the last few doses of Vick's DayQuil we had in the medicine cabinet, and life wasn't so miserable. Today, however, I had to buy some more--and all they have these days is the "Reformulated" version, with Phenylephedrine. What a mind-bogglingly useless medication. I'm popping these things like they're going out of style, and I still can't breathe a lick. They're kick-ass when it comes to making my mouth all pasty and inspiring unquenchable thirst, however. They got the suckiness part of the equation right.
Stupid meth dealers. I want my toxic medications back, and available over-the-counter where they belong!
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