Cottonmouth Steve

I took NyQuil to go to sleep Tuesday night and DayQuil to go to work Wednesday morning. Having then sensibly given up the idea of returning to work again this week, I weaned myself off the ‘Quil over the course of four hours last night.

I thought I knew what cottonmouth was. O, how young and naïve I was, 20 long hours ago!

Every hangover I have ever had rolled into one would not have prepared me for having my palate and tongue turn to gauze. I kept expecting to hear a dentist’s drill. It would have been a good time for it: I certainly couldn’t feel anything.

On the other hand, I feel so good by comparison this afternoon.

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