I've been quite sick for about three days, and am very VERY slowly returning to better. Nevertheless, I am still miserable and kept awake all night because I cannot breathe. I have tried spoonfuls of honey, honey and vinegar and cayenne... olive oil and lavender and lemon... anyhow, lots of things, the more outlandish, the better. I've scarcely eaten because when I cough, it makes me sick, and I've been frozen for ages. The point: my darling, dearest husband went out (voluntarily) to the pharmacy down the road and pulled out every bottle of NyQuil until he found the kind with pseudoephedrine. The pharmacist insisted that there was no such thing, as during the USA Patriot Act, it became illegal to obtain products containing pseudoephedrine without identification. The purpose of this is to limit sales of said product, which is an ingredient in methamphetamine (aka speed). Of course, it's impossible to reduce NyQuil to the component ingredient in order to make it, but.... well, the government will curtail our activities at the slightest opportunities.
So, since Himself is an ardent Libertarian and also feels that a driver's license should not be used as identification (more on that another time), he will not take pseudoephedrine, despite it's miracle drug status. Or he won't, unless I buy it... with my license. But because I was sick, he actually did show his license in order to buy the coveted NyQuil. He adores me.
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