Big 'N', little 'y', HUGE FUCKING 'Q'!!!

The 'Q' is talking to me, the 'Q' is talking to me.

I've taken NyQuil cough syrup the past two nights for a sleep-stealing cough that I've had for about a week now. I'm afraid that I might have an infection, so I scheduled an appointment for tomorrow morning.

The reason I believe it has to be an infection is because: If NyQuil can't take care of it, it has to be serious.

That shit is wicked! I've only taken it a couple of times before, but each time I take it I'm wiped out for a good twenty-four hours. Yesterday when I woke up, (or when I sluggishly drug myself from out my bed, rather) it felt like I had been hit by a bus sometime in the middle of the night. I was dizzy and not entirely sure what day it was. I was suddenly afraid that Denis Leary was right and I had slept through a few weeks! It wasn't quite that bad, but I had slept for about ten hours, which is about three or four hours longer than normal. It was a hellava lot longer than Sunday night, when I only got about four hours sleep due to the incessant cough. The cough really hasn't subsided much, but man do I feel well rested after two consecutive nights of hardcore sleeping! I had no idea that so much enjoyment could be gotten out of unconsciousness.