Law Abiding Cough

There is a law, I’ve been told, where we can’t use someone else’s prescription.

In theory I totally agree with this.  There are bad things people are doing with other people’s prescriptions.  And I fully support this law in the prevention of drug abuse and illegal selling.   I think that needed to be said.

Because I also think there should be an addendum to the law.

And it should state:

If you have not slept all night due to a wracking, chest aching cough and your husband has a prescription cough medicine from when he last had a wracking, chest aching cough you may, and should, take his prescription medicine.

I’ve been coughing for a week now.  I am totally convinced it is my allergies.  I was handling it just fine.  Until 8 p.m. yesterday.   I am totally convinced I was wrong about it being my allergies.

But what do you do at 8 p.m.?   Exactly.   You cough.

I finally tried to go to sleep at 11 p.m.

Which is very late for me on a work night.

By midnight I was grabbing a pillow and quilt and heading to the front room.  Poor Husband should at least be able to sleep.

I didn’t even take my computer with me I was so tired.

So I coughed until 4:50 a.m. then went to get my computer.   A little Christmas music is just what I need.

Husband gets up and says nice things to me.  Leaves the room and comes back and hands me a bottle.  A brown, plastic bottle.  With prescription cough medicine.

I feel like he handed me crack.

I want it so bad.   But.  It is a prescription.  With his name on it.  Not mine.  And yet…it looks so good.   And it has codeine in it.  Which means I would soon be blissfully comatose.

Why must I be such a law abider!

It now sits beside me.  On the end table.  Next to my chai tea.  Tempting me.  Tormenting me.

Damn my law abiding ethics anyway!