Truemors
Finally made it to the drugstore where I promised to hand over my firstborn child in exchange for actual Sudafed. (actually, I just had to show ID and swear on a stack of bibles that I wasn't planning to go home a start up a meth lab with these ten whole tablets).
It helps a bit. But I'm still not feeling clear-headed or anything. I's just that now everything gooey is draining into my throat and making me cough instead of just parking inside my sinuses, And isn't that a lovely image?
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