I'm artificially awake

Last night the 12 hour Sudafed I took at 7am was wearing off...like to the minute 12 hours later.

Nice work Sudafed.

And I started suffocating on mucous. Seriously choking and gasping for air. It was as dramatic as you are imagining it.

I was legit drowning but didn't want to take another Sudafed because I knew I wouldn't sleep well with all that German Pseudoephedrine pumping through me, but the alternative was bleak so I took the pill and fuck me if I didn't toss and turn all night long. On the off chance I actually drifted off I started coughing uncontrollably, or Dennis and Jack would start snoring so loud I wanted to punch them both, and I'm not one to ever want to punch a dog but delirium is not a friendly place. On top of that I drank about 64 gallons of water yesterday to flush this crud out of my system, so if I wasn't tossing, coughing, or contemplating pushing Dennis and his little dog right off the edge of the bed I was peeing.

Now I'm up and ready for this Friday to get to getting. I'm washing down today's 7am Sudafed dose with some strong coffee because I don't think I can stay awake otherwise.  Five o'clock, you better get here fast because my productively level is already at zero and anything I do accomplish today will be half-assed and full of mistakes.