Public Service Announcement - NyQuil

First, an update on my running. I haven’t ran since Wednesday because I came down with a nasty chest cold that turned into a head cold. The best thing about having a head cold is that when you fly and the cabin depressurizes when you land, it feels like your HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE. Yup, I had that happened on Thursday and again on Sunday.

I'm also CRAZY behind on blogs. I'll get caught up on those tonight!

In an effort to stay on top of my illness, I have been heavily self medicated. It is okay though, the minute clinic lady wouldn’t give me any antibiotics, so this is the only option that I have. Furthermore, I was in Chicago this past weekend hanging out with Nick, a buddy of mine, on a trip that has been planned for nearly 4 months. I wasn’t about to let a little cold get me down. That, of course, meant more medicine.

Did I mention I LOVE wine? When my buddy and I get together, we drink wine – a lot of wine. Neither of us are huge partiers, but we really like to have fun together. I think we all know where this is going:


I am now the founding member of the “Don’t drink and Nyquil Club”. DDNC for short. I am looking into McGruff as our spokesperson.

While the story that follows is very embarrassing, my wife and my two friends insist that I post it. On Saturday night, Nick and I were having a great time. We had some drinks before dinner, had a very nice steak dinner and then were plenty served from a bottle or two of wine back home. (Of course, cabs were used etc etc) Everything was right with the world. In my Malbec induced haze, I decided that to help me sleep without a stuffy nose, I would take two Nyquil gelcaps – the recommended dosage.

I, of course, immediately went to bed, however needed to get up and go to the bathroom about 2 hours into the night. I remember getting up to go to the bathroom and the next thing I know I’m falling ass first into my buddy’s Jacuzzi tub. Did I mention it is pitch black? What about the fact that I was only wearing my underwear? Well, I guess that I made quite a ruckus. So, in between my wife’s VERY loud laughter I hear Nick yell “you OK in there?”. To which I of course respond.. “nooooooooo”. The best that the four of us can recreate the scene, is that I fell into the bathtub while trying to shut the door which caused me to hit my head on a bottle of shave cream and slice it open on the back. I’m DAMN lucky nothing else happened (hit my head on the water faucet, knocked myself unconscious…). The plastic top of the shaving cream bottle was completely crushed, I have a gash on the back of my head, my back is a bit sore from where it hit the side of the tub, but nothing is more bruised than my ego.

So, there you have it. Proof that, not only will I post a kick-ass marathon PR, I’ll also post probably the most embarrassing story of my life to date. The part that makes me the most frustrated is that without the stupid NYQuil none of this would have happened. I didn’t even wake up with a headache (from the booze)!! The huge goose egg / cut on my head sure does hurt when I touch it though.

So please, be careful out there. PLEASE don't do what I do - completely read the warning labels on all medicine you take. And if you are going to drink, don’t NyQuil.
Adam – DDNC Chairman