Head pills
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don’t do anything at all … Thank you, Gracie. This weekend I’m starting some welcome vacation time with a head cold, and so like all my self-medicating comrades in arms, I’m on the search for the right head pill. Things are more complicated than they used to be.
Remember when the only dosage warnings that were of interest involved operating heavy machinery? I had no tanks or tractors around, but that direction was intriguing. Much like the one that warned not to consume alcoholic beverages at the same time. As if I’d need to consult the pharmacy if I had the Maritime remedy at hand (thank you, Captain).
Now, I’m forced to pay attention to key words like blood pressure, glaucoma, urinary disease… Wait, if I have any of those, shouldn’t I take the pills? My better half assures me that NO is the correct response. So here I sit, with a head that is enlarged (thank goodness I have a tuque, should I need to leave the house) and nothing other than time and water as a protocol.
Maybe when the temperature drops to some horrific low later I can go out and freeze everything back into working order.
