For some reason, ever since I’ve been a child, cold medicine has either made me absolutely wild or put me in a zombie-like state.  Almost every single time I get sick, my mom tells stories about her giving me children’s cold medicine as a child only to have me literally bouncing off walls moments after the dose had been administered.

The zombie-like state isn’t much better.  A few months ago, my then-boyfriend came over to bring chicken noodle soup and check on me while I was sick one day.  From what I heard later on, I kept asking him what we were going to do if the kitchen sky kept turning blue.

Having no memory of this conversation, I can only assume that his reply included laughter.  Pity laughter, perhaps, but laughter indeed.

I haven’t felt that great lately, so I finally broke down last night and admitted that it was time to embrace my need of the cold medicine.  Unfortunately, I decided to take it rather early in the evening figuring that there wasn’t much more I needed to do last night and could go to bed early.

Wrong.

I forgot that I consistently get about a majillion texts from Starlite people all the time.  And so, as my phone beeped throughout the night, I would groggily look at it and decide whether or not to answer.  Most of the messages could wait for this morning, but I decided to answer one from a friend who was asking if I felt better.  I typed out a quick message, pressed send and got back a reply of “lol.”

This morning, I started thinking that it was kind of weird that she had written “lol” to me saying that I was still sick, so I decided to check my sent folder on my phone to see just what I had written.  Oh, interlings.  I should be forbidden from cold medicine.

“i jon’t feal beter.  i jus wanna sleeep all tha time.”

So, off to the doctor I go in just a bit.  I can only hope that I will refrain from mentioning how the ceiling of the exam room seems to be turning blue like the sky.