November 6th 2017
Today I self-medicated with paracetamol and caffeine on my dad’s instructions. Apparently that’s how you cure a cold, according to my father. And, according to my father, the reason that I got the cold in the first place was because I don’t take enough Vitamin C tablets. I had one the other day, but I started chewing it and realised it wasn’t one of the ones you’re supposed to chew, and I’d just brushed my teeth so it was like drinking orange juice after brushing your teeth except it was in powdery tablet form, because it’s one you’re supposed to swallow, not chew.
It wasn’t nice.
So I’m now popping two paracetamol every four hours, and drinking a higher than usual amount of coffee at a higher than usual dosage because, as the old saying goes; you starve a fever, but drink loads of caffeine to get rid of a cold.
Fortunately, we have excellent coffee-making facilities at my work. See:
Those weren’t all for me, I promise.
Usually I’m not one to fight a cold with over-the-counter drugs, so I only found out yesterday that you aren’t allowed to buy more than two packets of paracetamol-based drugs at a time from the supermarket. You can buy one packet of paracetamol and one ibuprofen, or two of either, but you can’t buy two of both. That’s odd to me, but at the same time it makes perfect sense.
There’s also the fact that it’s completely possible that someone could go store-to-store buying two packets at a time, but that’s not really my job to worry about.
Fortunately, there’s not a limit on how much coffee one is allowed to drink in a day (although a doctor might say otherwise). And, because we have our fancy new coffee machine at work, it gives me plenty of chance to practice my latte art.
Until tomorrow, I still haven’t mastered the swan.