The pill factor
I have always been a pill-popper. Not in a druggie kind of way, but in a nice, appreciate, isn’t-Advil-great kind of way.
As someone who will happily pop whatever I think I need, I never understand people who are against meds. Darling Husband, for instance, doesn’t even like taking a Tylenol if he has a headache.
“Take something! You need it!” I insist, shaking the bottle in front of him.
“No, I’m fine. I’m not taking anything!” Does he think he’s being noble? Or is he just weirded out by pills? I have never figured it out.
Since I spent the last few days battling a vicious cold
, I have been downing DayQuil capsules, Advil Cold & Sinus tabs, and spoonfuls of liquid NyQuil. In fact, I am counting down the minutes until my next dose.
Somewhere in the haze, it dawned on me that I won’t be able to take this stuff — any of it — once I’m pregnant. Because I don’t want my kidlets to have two heads, I will definitely obey.
Colds and flus will be a lot more miserable without the help of my beloved DayQuil/NyQuil team. I will just have to lie there and suffer.
But what am I supposed to do if I have a headache? Lay down in a dark, quiet room? Who has time for that?
As a person who is very prone to headaches, I think it is time to start looking into Advil alternatives. Otherwise it could be a very unpleasant nine months …