Once more, with feeling…

Okay, I’m back. Miss me? Yeah, didn’t think so. Anyway, I’ve decided to try this blogging thing again — and try to update more regularly. We’ll see how long that lasts. 😉

What am I thinking about today? Pet peeves. I have a few — I think everyone does — and I’ve decided to share. Yes, I realize you probably don’t care, but you’re here, right? Bear with me, then.

This week my pet peeve of choice has to do with catching a cold. It’s not really the cold that bugs me — although it isn’t fun. What really irks me is that I have to show my driver’s license and sign for cold medicine. Not only that, but I can only purchase a certain amount of the medicine or similar products in a certain space of time. Do you have any idea what a pain that is when you have a family of seven? All of whom love to share germs? One box of thirty or forty tablets, to be taken every 4-6 hours, is NOT going to last long in my house.

Why? Because some moron somewhere figured out how to get high off of one of the few decongestants that actually works well for me. I say ‘moron’ because I cannot fathom why people insist on getting “high”. Is life that hideous? I guess I’m truly blessed, then.

Personally, I hate losing control of my body, my actions. I hate that ‘floaty’ feeling I can get from antihistamine or a shot of Nyquil on an empty stomach. Good thing I don’t drink, right? I’d be a mess otherwise.

The upshot is: It irritates me when someone elses’ behavior affects what I can buy and how often. Yes, I know there are reasons for these rules, but it makes my life just that much more difficult.

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