Jeremy has been sick the past couple days; he's got a manly cold (which is quite different from a man cold). A manly cold requires overdosing with NyQuil, but pushing through the drowsiness to go to work and to get things done around the house. It also entails large amounts of sleeping, life-like dreaming and sleep-walking/talking. Thankfully, I know how NyQuil affects Jeremy, so I'm not alarmed at some of the crazy things that come out of his mouth.

Yesterday, he came home from work and collapsed into bed while I finished cooking supper. When it was time to eat, Liberty woke him up then came back to sit at the table and wait for him to arrive. About ten minutes passed before he stumbled sleepily into the dining room, "Don't be too angry at me, Missy," he pleaded as he entered. "I'm really, really sorry."

I paused from dishing food onto the girls' plates. "For what?" I asked, truly puzzled.

"For the Pepsi I drank. I'm really sorry. I know I shouldn't have, but it was in a glass bottle!"

Since being diagnosed with diabetes, high cholesterol and high blood pressure recently, poor Jeremy has really battled his eating and drinking habits, and every once in a while, he gives in, so my first thought was he must have had a Pepsi during his Christmas party at work. But when my brain registered the part about the glass bottle, I knew without any doubt, I was talking to NyQuil Jeremy. I hid my smile and replied, "Oh wow, where did you get a Pepsi in a glass bottle?"

He paused, obviously confused, then he finally said, "I - I don't know. But I'm sorry for the hot dogs, too."

"The hot dogs?"

"They were so huge, Missy! So big. I couldn't say no. I tried. I really did." His voice ended almost in a whimper, then became joyful. "But they were really good!" He grinned at me so happily that I couldn't help laughing aloud.

"I'm glad you enjoyed them," I told him in amusement. "Now sit down and eat your supper."

He sat; Mercy prayed; we all ate. After five minutes or so, I noticed a new look on his face, an aware look. He'd finally woken up. We started conversing, and the night went on.

Several hours later, I was climbing into bed when from his pillow Jeremy told me, "I had the most wonderful dream earlier, Missy."

"I know."

"It was about these huge hot dogs; they were so good!"

"I know."

"And Pepsi -- in a glass bottle!"

"I know."

"And you were really mad at me for eating it all."

"I know."

"You know? What do you mean, you know?"
2 Responses
  1. Anonymous Says:

    That is so funny Missy! Mark always tells me after taking Nyquil I turn into MEAN Penny! I usually go to bed an hour earlier then him and he says I tend to be a little grumpy if I Nyquil before bed.

  2. Suanna Says:

    I'm sorry that Jeremy isn't feeling his best. Thanks for the funny story.

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