Simone has had a dry, hacking cough that has kept her from sleeping so hubby, also suffering from sleep deprivation, surprised her with a bottle of nighttime Buckley's. "It tastes awful but it works!" He said, enthusiastically mimicking the advertisements.
Doubtful but in dire need of sleep, Simone decided to try it. Two to three teaspoons of the stuff was recommended. She put two spoonfuls in her mouth at once. That's where the liquid stopped. It burned her tongue and palate and tasted something vaguely reminiscent of ammonia. If someone forced her to eat bird poop, Simone imagined that it would taste like Buckley's cough syrup. Determined to sleep (and not cough), Simone 'coughed' back the vile liquid.
Fifteen minutes later, her eyes were rolling shut and her mind whirled and twirled into a drugged haze.
But then the phone rang. Hubby, hampered by both his cast and the location of the phone - on Simone's side of the bed - rolled over Simone, knocking her awake with his cast.
"It's for you," he said, handing the phone to Simone.
Simone tried to hoist an eyelid open and failed. She dizzily reached for the phone.
"Hullo?" She moaned into the phone.
"Is it too late to call you?" Simone's aunt asked.
"Uh-huh," Simone groaned. "Sleep at 8."
"Okay, nightie night, sweetie."
"Uh-huh." Simone fumbled for the hang up button. Then fell into a coughing fit.
Ugh.
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