Hmm.
That sinus medication has been my best friend since Thursday night. Now, I have a rather slight build, and I don’t have a lot of body mass, and I know darned well that medication hits me like a ton of bricks. So upon opening the bottle that MLG left for me, I wisely said, “I’m going to take the lowest, lowest dose they recommend, and I’ll take it half as frequently as they tell me to.” I’ve learned my lesson in the past with sinus meds. Oh, yes.
So all weekend I’ve been able to breathe easily, I’ve had no headache, and I’ve been pretty relaxed and on the ball. Clear-headed. Centred, and a bit remote, but clear. Terrific!
Yesterday in Kingston, though, I kept thinking about Bill for some reason. Okay, I was doing theatre-associated work; maybe that was it. It kept nagging in the back of my mind, though, and I finally dragged out the bottle of Tylenol Sinus and read the back with intent. What was up? Why Bill? Why sinus medication?
Then it sank in. 325 mg of acetaminophen, 30 mg pseudoephedrine hydrochloride. Pseudoephedrine. Didn’t Bill blog about this?
Aha. In Kingston, I took one near the beginning of the day, then another after lunch just to be sure. I also had a Vanilla Coke, two green teas, and a cup of coffee (which my husband should really just physically stop me from doing, no matter how much I hiss and spit at him). Thirty milligrams of pseudoephedrine is really not a lot, but along with a steady intake of caffeine and sugar, all mixed up in my tiny little body, well…
Let’s just say that I’m going to take a day or two off and see what happens.