What’s the kindest thing someone has done for you?
One time probably six-ish years ago I had a bad cold and couldn’t stop coughing. I don’t take cough syrup or cough medicine of any kind because one of the ingredients in most of them, pseudoephedrine, makes me psychotic.
When I say psychotic I mean unjustifiably angry and hostile to everyone around me. I experienced this a couple of times in my late teens and chalk it up to the cough/cold medicine I had taken.
One time it happened on Christmas Eve and I’ll never forget the odd feeling of wanting to murder everyone in my family as we sat around the Christmas tree enjoying some yummy appetizers and visiting. I remember asking my Mom, when will this feeling go away? When will this stuff wear off? It was awful.
So anytime I am sick, it’s Tylenol or Advil (just the plain stuff, not the cough or cold type) and then I suck on a throat lozenge like Halls or Fisherman’s Friends.
So back to the story, this one night I couldn’t stop coughing and wasn’t getting much sleep because of the coughing. Clint, without even telling me, got up around 2 am and went to the only 24 hour convenience store and came back with some throat lozenges so I could get some sleep.
Now when I think back, though it was generous of him to do that (I would probably never do it for him), he was probably wanting me to get some sleep so that he could get some sleep.
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