As far as I'm concerned, there is no greater substance on earth than Nyquil.
I love the way it tastes and I love the way it makes me feel. It has a slightly sharp metallic taste to it, but if you wash it down with a beer, it goes down smooooth. I'm joking. Really.
I would never ever take Nyquil unless I were sick, though I'm sure it would be helpful. Just as Dayquil would probably be beneficial to a totally healthy person. What's wrong with preventing coughing? So you don't HAVE a cough - who cares? Be proactive!
I just took my dosage for the night and I cannot wait for it to start working. I love anything with a slow, creeping soporific effect. It's like the post-Thanksgiving feast food coma. Or the late Sunday night football games (the ones that start at 8:30PM[!!]) in Atlanta and end at 12:30AM. In LA, the midday nap happened around the middle of the second set of NFL games on Sunday, right around 2:45-3:00PM. And what a glorious nap it was. Glory. Us.
Nyquil sleep is pretty extraordinary. I could sleep on a fence. Nyquil makes any body arrangement, any awkward neck angle comfortable - or at least bearable. It's a pretty special tonic. I admit, I have a very small desire to take twice the required dosage just to see what the hell would happen. I've heard from reliable sources that drinking an entire bottle results in some serious mushroom-trippy shit, and I've had enough of that experience in my life. That's not the goal.
Both of the quils have attributed to my slow rise to health again, along with a ridiculous amount of honey, tea, hot water, random juices, and most recently, oregano oil. I was told by a friend of mine that oregano oil is the cure all (I really thought that was one word - cureall - but it's not. Weird.) for sicknesses, so I endeavored to try it out. It tastes very strongly of oregano. I don't know why I didn't assume it would be strong, since it's basically extracted from the really really small oregano leaves, but I was shocked when I sipped my tea and it tasted like an italian sauce. It took some getting used to, and it could just be good timing, but my health has improved since adding the oil into my diet.
There's a pretty definitive way to tell how far along my healing is going. I figured this out today, driving home from my late class. Of the last four days, not including today, I basically spent 72 hours worth on the couch or in bed sleeping or trying to sleep. When in the car, either going to class this morning, or going to the grocer's several days ago for the quils, I play music. Usually, if I'm sick, it's slow music, like Cat Stevens or a good Jason Mraz mix. (I say "good" Jason Mraz mix, because it's just his live stuff. I abhor his studio shit. It actually makes me mad. I sort of hate him since he's a sellout and makes awful music now, but I can't part with his live stuff from Java Joe's. It's THAT good.) So anyway, the one thing this music has in common is that it's all singalongable. If I feel like shit, the last thing I want to do is speak to anybody, let alone sing along to songs. Well, today, I started slowly, but I sang along to some Cat Stevens and Mraz. So that is a clear sign that I'm getting closer to 100%. Once I'm belting out Hootie again, I will be free and clear from this dirty old disease.
I do not like being sick. It's impossible being creative because I require energy to be creative. I don't want to jinx it because I'm not free of the mucus monster yet. A few more rounds of the quils and I should be good to go.
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