Given up on doing much work since squirting a cup or two of Afrin through my nostrils and directly into my brainstem.  I can breath better, and the earache is fading, but mentally, it all just feels kinda fuzzy.

Sudafed, as amazing as it can be, is contraindicated here at Casa due to its unfortunate reactions with my bionic prostate.  The little chemicals that can become crystal meth in the wrong hands make Chuck feel even worse when combined with the little formerly radioactive thingees.  If one’s going to take drugs, one should feel better, right?  At least that’s what I learned in college.

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