I have a tiny addiction.
Some nights before bed, my lips seem dry.
If this is the case, I apply Vick’s VapoRub to my lips before bed. Just a tiny bit.
The instant I unscrew that little container and smell that menthol goodness, I feel immediate peace and calmness. I feel comforted. I feel good as James Brown would say.
Beau, of course, thinks I’m a total weirdo, but I’m not the one that is a freak about the tube of toothpaste being rolled up from the bottom nor do I tuck my undershirt into my underwear.
I have a theory of why this medicinal invention brings me to my happy place.
It’s all due to my mom.
My mom is a nurse and has been for over 30 years and now teaches nursing. She was a very nurturing mother and took excellent care of me when I was sick. Excellent. The best.
When I’m sick, I still want her around. She’s amazing in that area.
When I was young, I can remember, time after time after time, her rubbing Vick’s VapoRub on my chest and a little under my nose when I had a cold or couldn’t breathe (which was most of the time because of the deviated septum I caused by the breaking of my nose when I was a toddler … another story).
There, that’s why I love Vick’s VapoRub. And, I don’t care if it’s weird.
However, I just read an article that states that Vick’s rubbed on the nose or upper lip can be dangerous for children and cause respiratory problems. And, to make matters worse, the camphor can cause camphor poisoning, which kills liver cells, causing death if ingested.
You know how my mind works … ninety to nothing.
So, I’m thinking in over twenty-something years of applying this camphor on my lips, could I have actually ingested some of it? And enough to poison myself just for the sake of comfort?
Nah. I’m sure my first three years of college killed more liver cells than that.
I’m thinking I will finish off this last container.
Just this last one. 
I promise I won’t use it anymore after that.
I promise.