I have been sick for a week. Tuesday morning I was able to get into my doctor to find out what was wrong.
“Bronchitis,” he said.
I stopped to get the inhaler, cough syrup and antibiotics he prescribed me.
The pharmacist said it would be $60 so I paid, took the bag and went on my way. I get home and open it up. The only thing in the bag was the cough syrup. I wanted to cry. Their office is clear across town and I had zero energy to get back out. Thankfully, my mom went to get them for me. So, $130 later I was all set. I took the first dose of everything and went to bed.
Now, I know he told me the cough syrup was a narcotic but that really means nothing to me. After one teaspoon, I slept for 7 hours. I wish I could say it was without interruption, but I heard my bedroom door swing open (I had one hangar on the back of the door knob). It rattled, stopped and then rattled again like the door was closing. I opened up my eyes and looked. No one was there. Later I asked my mom and she said it wasn’t her. I guess I was either hallucinating or I have a ghost.
The next night I took another dose and was awakened to someone shooting a machine gun over my right shoulder. It seemed so real, I was screaming my head off. I drifted right back to sleep. Later that morning I woke up with my alarm clock wrapped up in my hand like a baseball. I glanced down at it…8:05 am. Um, I was supposed to be at work 5 minutes earlier. Crap!
Then last night I had dreams I was on Dancing with the Stars and I won but Tom Bergeron said something that pissed me off and I smashed the mirror ball trophy over his head and walked out. I woke up again with my hand wrapped around the alarm clock, but this time it was only 7:15 am so I was able to make it to work on-time…barely.
I am not sure what is in this cough syrup, but it is sure making my nights more interesting. Hopefully, it will have me sleepwalking through some great adventures that I will remember later and turn into a best-selling novel or at the very least a Lifetime movie. Drugs are awesome!