Rambling

I'm such a wimp. I'm chanting 'wimp, wimp, wimp' as I type. Wait, I lost my train of thought...did I have a train of thought going? Focus, people.
I have this little bitty, baby of a cold that's kicking my butt from the inside out. That's not a pretty picture, is it? Sorry...wait, where was I going? Oh yeah...
I've got this little bitty cold, and I'm being such a wimp about it. But that's not what I'm writing about. Well, it's the start to my end, but only in the longest route possible.
Mark told me to stay in bed yesterday and drink plenty of fluids...which was my total intent. And for the most part, I did. Well, except for the part of picking up Charlies friend in the morning and taking them both to school, coming home to help Casey jump start his car and follow him to Goodyear, dropping the car off and taking Casey to school, coming home to touch up my roots (women, wouldn't it just be easier to color the whole head of hair? I hate just doing the roots. I started graying at 16, so about 5 years ago I just went blonde cause it's so much easier to blend in gray with blonde. Ahhh, pooh...where was I?), dealing with Goodyear (put a new battery in to find out it was the alternator...runs great again...thank you Goodyear) and then I went shopping for a few new clothes to wear to work. All in all, though, a pretty stay in bed sort of day.
Off on a bit of a side road, why do people call when they know you're trying to rest? How do I know that they know I'm trying to rest? Because the first thing they say is 'I know you're probably sleeping...'. Well, yeah, I was trying to, but my phone keeps ringing. If I didn't have kids I'd unplug all my phones. I know what you're thinking, 'but your kids are nearly grown, they don't need you during the day when they're at school'...HA!!! Yeah, you'd think that, wouldn't you...if you didn't have kids! Or if you didn't have my kids, anyway.
Darn it, I'm lost out in the middle of a field again. I've got to get OnStar For Bloggers.
Back on track, I've got this little bitty cold. I'd love to take some Nyquil, pull the covers over my aching, chilling body and pass out. But I can't, because I have to stay in a 'ready to go' mode till my day is done, or until all kids are home and accounted for. So...I'm doing the Dayquil. Nondrowsy my butt.
When my hero and sweetheart of a knight gets home, I know my day is over and I don't have to worry about anything anymore. So, I go to bed and take my Nyquil. I tried to watch American Idol (the guys this year are so much better than the girls, don't you think deb?) but I can't keep my eyes open. A couple hours after taking my Nyquil, I'm shivering and aching again, one nostril refuses to acknowledge it's suppose to be a passage for air, and I've got a drainage race going on at the back of my throat. I know I can't take Nyquil again already, so I take some Excederin P.M.
Finally, I'm to my point!!! Why can't meds play nice with each other?? In 20 minutes I feel like I'm on speed from hell. My mind is racing with thoughts that sane people never admit to having, my legs are twitching and kicking the dog without mercy (and no, that's not a sly way of referring to any part of Marko. Our lab, Porter, always sleeps with us), and I can't quit peeing (which means I have to keep getting out of my warm bed over and over and over).
So, while I'm laying there with my mind racing faster than Jeff Gordon on a good day, I'm thinking why can't meds play nice with each other? P.M. should go with other P.M. just like legos build off of each other, don't you think?? Why do P.M. and P.M. equal A.M. with too much caffeine?
It's like antidepressants warning that you shouldn't drink alcohol with them. Who drinks more than the depressed? Or pain pills warning you shouldn't drink...c'mon, other than the depressed, who drinks more alcohol than those who are in pain? See...I'm thinking they should all be able to get along. Help each other, contribute to the system like welfare and food stamps. If you don't want them to mix well with anything else, then make them stronger! Or, take off the every four hours instructions. Yeah, I know...brain damage, death, law suits. But, dang people...when you're needing medication, it's not the time when you're thinking your clearest.

I'm late getting ready for work. I'm a geography teacher today. I need caffeine, Dayquil, and some ibuprofen. Those should all play well together, don't you think? I can't help but wonder if I should post this or delete it, I don't know how it could have possibly made any sense, lol. There goes my day. So, read quickly people, it may disappear soon.