I know I usually blog on writing and books, but I’m a writer, and if I get sick, I can’t write, so a bad cold ought to be a writing topic, right? And since my husband and I are both feeling wretched, a little rant is perfectly justified in my Sudafed-addled mind.
Why can’t I get decent cold drugs anymore?
Once upon a time, I could go to the drugstore and pick up 12-hour Contacs and not even notice I had a cold. No longer, at least not in Missouri, the meth head capital of the world. Medicine has taken giant leaps backwards when it comes to the common cold. And they disguise the fact behind all the multiple similar labels and incomprehensible ingredients, few of which do what needs to be done. I assume we have meth heads to thank for the loss of the most powerful drugs, but not for the intentional mislabeling.
Did you know that Vicks Nighttime Cold and Flu has no decongestant? Go look at the label. The ones on our store shelves have painkillers and cough suppressants. Fat lot of good that does when you’re sneezing and honking all night. The decongestant Vicks has to be purchased from the pharmacist, and our drugstore doesn’t carry it. What is the point of a cold medicine if it doesn’t stop runny noses, I ask you?
So now we have to buy one pill for a decongestant (Sudafed and it’s copies), one pill for pain, one fake Benadryl if you want to sleep because Sudafed will bounce you off the wall, and a suppressant if you have a cough. And maybe some of that mucus stuff the doctors recommend, just in case. At approximately $16 a box and with most of the pills only lasting four hours, who can afford a cold? I can’t even sleep long enough to justify four or five boxes of pills!
So as long as I’m sitting here with my head too stuffed to think, I need good reading material. I’ve galloped through Terry Pratchett’s Dodger, a historical fantasy set in the sewers of Victorian London with Charles Dickens as a major character. I’ve lapped up Darynda Jones’s Third Grave Dead Ahead— her humor is outrageous and who can resist a sarcastic grim reaper, especially one fatally attracted to the son of Satan, who just happens to be in prison? What else do you suggest I read? Downloading e-books is so danged easy, like dangling chocolates before a chocoholic—probably not the same as chicken soup, but pretty darn close for comfort and satisfaction!