Saying Yes to Drugs (the Legal Kind, That Is)

Saying Yes to Drugs (the Legal Kind, That Is)

As a rule, I don’t like drugs of any kind. I’ve never tried an illegal drug; it’s usually tough enough to get me to take legal, prescription ones. It’s something I’ve felt strongly about since childhood: I don’t want anything messing with my brain.

But after waking up this morning with a relapse of my sinus infection and dragging through the day with a fever of 100.2, I decided that enough was enough. I needed to be functional again, if only in order to stop feeling so restless, depressed and generally awful.

So I took two things: some over-the-counter painkiller that also lowers fever, and a glass of hot water with a tablespoon each of cider vinegar and honey to improve my mood.

As far as I can tell, they both worked. Yes, I’m still sick, and it will take at least another day or two to get better. I may even have to visit the doctor to see whether I need—gasp!—antibiotics.

But at least I can think again, my head doesn’t hurt, and I don’t have those horrid feelings of boredom and depression anymore. So far, so good.