Better Sleep Through Medicine And Willpower

I should mention that even before I got the “No-COVID” news last night, I’d been feeling better.

Not because of the anti-‘Rona drugs, of course, but because in a rare moment of clarity, I worked out that over the past six nights, I’d had maybe half an hour’s uninterrupted sleep per night because the fucking painful continuous coughing was waking me up.

So I put on my Big Boy Slippers and slouched over to the medicine cabinet right after New Wife left for work.

How, I asked myself, was I going to put myself into a deep sleep without resorting to extreme measures?

Three simple ingredients came to mind:

  • Robitussin.  My old friend “Robi” has always worked for me in the past
  • Max Strength Tylenol.  Another old friend
  • Willpower (which I’ll explain in a moment).

Dosages:  1 British Standard Mouthful of Robitussin (none of that stupid little cup thing they stick on the bottle).  1 BSM, based on my drinking experience with 6X ale, works out to about a quarter of an Imperial pint.  3 Tylenol tablets (1500mg of acetaminophen, according to the bottle)

…which leaves us with the all-important ingredient, willpower.

In my case, this involves not fighting off sleep, but actively pursuing it.  (Anyone who’s done military service knows what I’m talking about here:  you grab sleep whenever you can get it.)  But the second facet of willpower is to refuse to let whatever happens while you’re sleeping cause you to open your eyes.  So a coughing fit?  recognize and ignore the pain.  Dog licking your face?  punch and go back to sleep.  Thirst?  fuck that; deal with it later.  Blowjob?  push her away roughly.  (This last did not work so well when I was younger, admittedly.)

But you get the idea.

So I popped the Tylenol, washed them down with a huge slug of Robi, lay down on the living-room sofa with but a stadium rug for cover (didn’t want to bring heat / cold into the equation), and closed my eyes.

I woke up over seven hours later, feeling so much better that I sat up suddenly.  That was a mistake, and when I sat up again, more slowly, I spent about five minutes coughing phlegm up — and felt really much better, despite the pain in my throat.

I was even able to throw some posts together for today and the weekend, which I had not had the energy to do earlier in the week.

Let’s see how it goes from here.


  1. I’m so glad it wasn’t COVID. It had to have been scary wondering if you were going to end up in the hospital and undergo the usually-fatal Fauci regimen (ventilator and Remdesivir). Whew! Regarding the taste in your mouth, it could be possible that’s coming from an infected tooth. If so, the Z-Pak should nip that in the bud. I’m taking Amoxicillin right now for that reason.

  2. +1 that you are on the mend. The older I get, the more convinced I am that there are not many ills that cannot be cured by a good nights sleep. Our bodies are amazing machines if we will but let them work.

    My last appointment at my urologist’s office/ corporate mill did not go well. Said appointment was set by my radiation oncologist after finishing treatment there. The urologist’s front office staff has deserved to be flogged from day one. On this day, I went to the window after waiting an hour past my appointment time to see if there was any kind of ETA. As the conversation progressed, I began to have serious doubts that I was going to receive the injection recommended by my oncologist, and I began to ask direct (albeit pointed) questions. By this time three staff members had gathered at the window, and one of them threatened to call security and have me escorted from the building. I told them to reverse the charge on my credit card and I would leave on my own. They did, and I did.

    I have since lit everybody up. The good news is that my oncologist and his staff have been stellar. After hearing my story, on their own initiative they found me a different and highly recommended urologist to go see.

    @Johnny_A — ” I’m taking Amoxicillin right now for that reason.”. Same here. Root canal scheduled for next Wednesday.

  3. Take it easy on the Tylenol. That shit wreaks havoc on your liver, especially with your propensity for alcohol consumption.
    Personally, my medical cocktail of choice is two 500mg Tylenol plus four 200mg Advil. Oh, and don’t ever take that more than twice a day.

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