Medicine-head

It could be my 12-hour workday yesterday, and then waking up in the middle of the night last night only to lie awake for 3 hours unable to fall back asleep. It could be the reason my brain was elsewhere. But I think it was the medicine. The medicine has been interesting. During the day I take Robitussin CF, an innocuous over-the-counter suspension that tastes like moldy, unripe cherries. It has no alcohol and is non-drowsy. That does not mean "Will not make you talk like a moron because your brain is on vacation."

My appetite is still gone, too. I managed to eat a little Del Taco for breakfast, but stopped halfway through because I couldn't eat any more. For lunch, the office brought in Lucille's BBQ, and I couldn't even put a plate in front of me. Geeze - if I'm turning down free BBQ ribs, there must be something seriously wrong with me.

Today at dinner, when I actually had a little appetite again, I tried to say the words "Table" and "Chair". I said "Tair and Chable". And I didn't know why people were laughing at me.

But the best was on the way out, I called a fellow member of my business establishment "Chuck". His name is Larry. That made no sense whatsoever.

Maybe tonight I'll sleep, and the cough will stop, and I can get off the medication, and get back to normal. I'll probably still call people by the wrong name though, as I do that even when I'm healthy.