All three of us have come down with a cold. Last night, none of us slept well. Mason told me he couldn't "bweeve", and neither Efe nor I could breath either.
So, today I went to the pharmacy, afraid of what I might find out. I was hoping with all my might that Nyquil would just be sitting on the shelf, but I knew better than that. I then hoped for something, ANYTHING similar.
Pharmacist: "Blah blah blah" (in Dutch. haha)
Me: "Hi, my whole family has a cold. We can't sleep at night. We have stuffy noses, cough and sore throats."
Pharmacist: "OK, here is this nose spray."
Me: "Do you have anything that can be drank or swallowed? One that would treat all the symptoms?"
Pharmacist: "No, just the nose spray, and I also have something for the coughing."
Me: "OK, I will take those."
Leaving, I felt completely like the biggest whiny, American baby, but I was devastated. I want the "nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy-head, fever, so you can rest medicine." Honestly, I could care less if I am coughing or my throat hurts as long as I'm sleeping. Just knock me out.
I don't want a freaking nose spray. No. That is not what I want at all. Nor do I want some measly cough syrup that only treats a minor cough. I want to be KNOCKED OUT. These hippies are really starting to get to me.
