If you’ve got the flu, you need Big Blue

After a week of refusing to acknowledge I was getting sick, I came back from a business trip yesterday unable to ignore my obviously impending death. My head & throat & body are decaying from the inside-out, I think.

In an attempt to get better in time for tomorrow night’s British Sea Power show at Music Hall, it’s a movie/couch weekend for me. I watched The Assassination of Jesse James and Into the Wild and loved both. I’ll also probably pull out my old VHS sick day standby What About Bob? when things get really dire (click here for my post on why that movie is so great).

My very best friend during these whiny times of need, however, is Tylenol’s nighttime cough syrup. I don’t mean to sound like some kind of tooly ad machine, but my roommate and I have sworn by this stuff for a couple years now. We call it “Big Blue.” See?



Most other nighttime cough syrups make me tired, but this is different. This stuff knocks me out within a half-hour, max, and it feels like I’m floating off to a bright blue heaven of not-sickness. Plus it’s this weird menthol-y “cool burst” flavor that’s not disgusting like those other cherry syrups.

I bet a real crafty gang of teenagers could probably cook Big Blue into some kind of lucrative street drug — but that’s not something I know anything about or condone, obviously — just saying it’s that good. Use as directed, people. Big Blue will treat you right.