When the directions on the Tylenol PM bottle say to take 2 tablets before bedtime, don’t assume that 3 will fight off your splitting headache any sooner and give you a better night’s sleep.
I am an avid over-doser when it comes to Tylenol, Advil, Aleve, and the like. Don’t worry. My mom’s a nurse and she tells me how much I can really take without going into a self-induced coma.
I tend to be very drug-tolerant, as in, nothing takes my pain away or it takes a whole lot of something to affect me. Let’s just say that that 6-hour epidural during my 22-hour labor gave me the same affect of 3 baby aspirin. Ah … wait … maybe those days of sneaking baby aspirin out of the medicine cabinet when I was 7-years-old really affected me. I popped those pink smartie-like tablets like candy.
But, 3 Tylenol PMs did me in … not last night, but this morning.
Imagine my surprise when I looked in the mirror and saw this:

OK … maybe it wasn’t that bad, but pretty close.
I had to drag myself out of bed at the crack of dawn to get the girls ready for school. That part of the morning was kind of a daze for me. The medicine was in full “PM” mode, reminiscent of those before-Christ college days. I don’t miss that a bit.
After Beau toted the girls to school, I headed back to bed, with the same headache I had when I went to bed over 8 hours ago. People, I slept for 2 more hours. Still groggy, I forced myself out of the bed at 10:00. Yes, 10:00. That’s a record in this house.
Yet, still light-headed, with the same headache, I faced my day.
I had cereal and a few hours later headed back to bed.
I dozed for another hour or so.
Needless to say, it was an unproductive day:
The vehicle that I meant to clean out still has Cheetos and sunflower seeds in the carpet.
The laundry is still dirty.
The 3-mile run didn’t happen.
I burnt my Holy Trinity for my red beans and rice, thus causing me to start all over again.
My bedroom still needs to be dusted.
Those darned rose bushes still need to be pruned or trimmed or whatever you call it. If it were up to me, I’d cut those suckers down with my hedge-trimmers. Oh, wait, I tried that. They just won’t die.
Here’s my word to the wise for today:
Taking 3 Tylenol PMs when the directions call for 2 = foolishness.
However, doubling the butter, sugar, and whiskey contents for Beau’s bread pudding = mucho wisdom.