11/11/11

The western world is partying today. It's a very cool date. You can't deny it. At the very least, it's just really fun to write it. 11/11/11. I was trying to make a connection to this day. I was thinking of a good way to spend it. Originally I had a nice lunch date planned with two friends. Then, last night, I did something I'd never done before. I took Night Nurse... And anyone who's ever had any interactions with Night Nurse seems to know exactly what I'm talking about. You tell them and they say, "Ohhhh, Night Nurse. Yeah, you gotta be careful with that..."

It started like this. I've had this cough. It's been weeeeeeeks! And it's worse at night. So I've been taking cough medicine every night before I go to sleep. When I first get a cough here in the UK, I usually try every cough medicine brand under the sun. And then, I give in and dip into our Nyquil reserves.  The supply is not abundant and highly coveted, having been either smuggled into the country in a suitcase or shipped in via a large tax at the border. At this point there's only a bit left!

Somewhere along the line, I remember someone recommending Night Nurse. But I just couldn't go there. The name sounds like a porn movie and I just didn't see myself being able to take it without choking on hysterical laughter. But desperate times pushed me to desperate measures and I walked into Boots pharmacy yesterday and asked for it. No one laughed at me, they just handed me the jar from over the counter. And last night at 11:30, I took 20ml of Night Nurse. And Bam! I was OUT! I slept sitting up all night in the Eames Chairs (better for not coughing) and I didn't even notice it. The alarm rang at 7:00 this morning and I could NOT believe it. I literally woke up drunk. This stuff should be sold on the streets, not in drug stores!

I literally could not move. I managed to get Ari dressed.  Andy took the kids to school. I went back to sleep. I missed the puppy training session at 11:00. I missed lunch with friends at 12:00 and finally woke up at 1:00 in the afternoon. So as I stare at the 11/11/11 trying to relate on this fine day, all I see are 3 cute little beds to curl up into. I'm thinking I'll try again to be more party-ful next year. On 12/12/12.

Good Night, Nurse.