Tales from the Tracks

I am not in a good way today. I somehow managed to overdose on NyQuil two nights ago.

I was feeling sick and in need of some NyQuil goodness to soothe me to sleep. I called my Ex, who was out running errands with his mother. “Can you pick me up some NyQuil?” I asked. Since he wasn’t going to be back for a while, he told me to rummage around the house, as he thought there might be a few capsules lying around. Sure enough, I found two of them!

Since I didn’t have the box, I wasn’t sure what a normal dose was. (And usually, I take half a normal dose, since I am so small.) Of course, I did the rational thing and took both pills. Before long, I was passed out in bed.

Well, about an hour later, my Ex arrived home. Very thoughtfully, he had picked me up a bottle of NyQuil. He poured a healthy dose and brought it in to the bedroom for me. He coaxed me to a sitting position and handed me the cup. “Here you go,” he said proudly.

I was too out of it to realize I shouldn’t be taking more NyQuil and the room was too dark for my Ex to realize the state I was in. Suffice to say, I drank it.

I finally awoke at 3pm the following day, having completely missed work. My body ached. My eyelids were heavy. I felt severely hung over. I spent the remainder of yesterday in slow motion, barely able to perform basic functions like showering or eating.

Today, I am feeling mostly better, though a little jittery still. I’m not sure how long this stuff takes to work it’s way out of your system. Hopefully, it will be soon!

I’m still wiping the tears from my eyes right now. Everything from Obama’s grandmother casting her ballot and passing away just one day before Obama was elected President of the United States to my black friend telling his son that he could be President one day, too, has brought me to tears tonight. My Ex thinks I’m a sap, I’m sure, but I don’t care. It’s amazing!

Gavin has been running around the apartment all night shouting “Barack Obahhhhhma wins!” and is eagerly planning his “Barack Obama Party” for tomorrow (hey, I gotta find a way to bribe the kid to go to bed…!). I’ve been anxiously drinking wine, biting my nails as the results came in. But, in the end, they came in the right way.

It’s a wonderful and historic moment for our country and I’m so excited for what tomorrow brings!

I can’t believe the Ex and I actually did it. We’ve been talking about it since we moved here in 2006 - though I suppose arguing about it is more accurate. (I wanted to buy; he said the market was out of whack. Turns out, he was right. I’m glad we waited.)

We found the perfect place at a really good price! It’s new, it’s beautiful, and it’s right near a huge park for Gavin. My Ex found the place online and called me at work after seeing it in person. “I found our new house,” he said. “I trust your judgement,” was my reply. And sure enough, upon seeing it myself, I agreed with his decision.

Fast forward to this afternoon when my Ex called me at work. He was at the Home Depot with his mother. “Guess what?” he said excitedly. “I found our new washer and dryer.”

“Oh no you didn’t,” I said.

“Huh?”

“You think you’re choosing a washer and dryer without my input? Are you crazy?”

My Ex was left scratching his head, wondering why on earth I would trust him with a home purchase and yet wouldn’t with a washer and dryer. I can’t explain it myself, but something about him choosing my appliances really irked me. Especially because he picked a dryer that would, when stacked, require a step stool for me to use. Nice.