I am betrayed.

I am reminded again that NyQuil just isn't the same without the pseudoephedrine. Not only does the new NyQuil formula not put you in a coma immediately, it just doesn't have the same efficacy as a decongestant that the old NyQuil did. And from NyQuil, this is unacceptable. I mean, the whole reason we put up with the Green Death Flavor is that it may taste like your sins have become incarnate, reached up, and slapped you in the face, but it works. Medicine That Tastes Bad Is Good For You. The Worse It Tastes, The Better It's Working. These are the tenets I was raised on! And now? The drug that never changes has changed. I feel so betrayed. Curse you, meth-heads! *fistshake*

Also, it is time for a public confession: I am a total wimp. Once pills get past a certain size (say, the size of an Aleve or small aspirin tablet*) I just cannot make myself take them. Logically I know I'm not going to choke, but every instinct I have screams at me not to follow through, and my tongue pins the pill to the roof of my mouth, and at that point the pill is GOING NOWHERE.

So the antibiotics my doctor prescribed yesterday? Horse pills. The nice lady at the school pharmacy found some capsules for me instead. They're still too big for me to swallow, but I can empty the powder into a few spoonfuls of yoghurt or applesauce. This masks the taste, though not the vaguely uncomfortable texture. Yoghurt should not be ... gritty.



*Even the small pills are kind of a hassle, and anyone who has ever watched me take one can attest that it is a truly comic scenario... at least, I suspect it is from the outside.

Vindication.

I had a student protest heartily last semester when I refused to let him make up a quiz he'd missed because he was late to class.

He was late to class because he had been doing his homework for class.

He appealed to the lab coordinator, who supported my decision.

Today I learned he appealed to the department chair (who pulled me into his office to discuss it), claiming that he'd have gotten a B in the class if he had been allowed to make up the quiz (probably true).

The chair also supported my decision.

Hah.

Happiness is in the small things.

Tuna melt for me + tuna slime for kitties = EVERYBODY WINS.

(Except, arguably, the tuna.)

Today's XKCD: