I pride myself in the fact that I rarely get sick. Of course, the Law of Averages means that when I do get sick, I get knocked pretty much flat on my ass.

Like…oh…say…now.

Sunday, I decided it would be gobs of snotty fun to come down with a cold. Normally, I get stuffy and sneeze a lot. No big deal. This time, my mucus membranes decided to hold everything in my nose hostage. Nothing was getting out. Or in. Sort of like rush hour. But all the cars are made of thick snot and located in my nose. (The horns were still honking, thanks to the funky resonance caused by attempting to blow my nose…Almost figured out how to nose some ABBA tunes.)

This made sleep…tricky. I was hoping that a healthy cocktail of Nyquil and Alka-Seltzer Nighty-Night would do the trick. And maybe a little whiskey to “intensify the effects.”

But no.

I kept snoring myself awake. And when I tried to get up and walk somewhere, it would inevitably become a long and windy journey filled with perils and obstacles. (Strategically placed laundry baskets, dogs, shoes, walls, etc.).

Needless to say, I pulled an all-nighter – which is not something I enjoy. After about 2am, it gets really hard to keep the eyelids open on a normal night. Add into that my unconsciousness-izing cocktail, and the all-nighter became this vicious cycle of me nodding off in my chair, and immediately waking up because of a lack of oxygen getting to my brain.

Moral of the story? I can apparently beat Nyquil.