Gravol. Good or bad?

I am sitting here drinking coffee in order to keep awake long enough to write this blog entry.

Today started off pretty good given that I only got 4 hours of sleep last night. I wasn't put on cash at work, I was full of energy after having two days off, everything was going great. However then two hours into my shift I started to feel a little.....off. My biggest mistake was telling my co-worker, she got worried and told a first aid trained employee. I am not one for much attention, I like to keep under the radar, even if I was dying I wouldn't let anyone around me know. Why do I need sympathy? So when the first aid employee came to check on me the first thing she said was "Oh you look pale." Of course knowing me my response included a joke, I replied with a quick "Ya I'm albino, I need to go get a tan." However that wasn't good enough for anyone, they wanted to make sure I wasn't going to pass out on the floor. Of course just to make them feel better I took it easy, but there was no way I was heading home. I was not going to show weakness!

Here comes my biggest mistake. My subconscious recalled a conversation with one of my co-workers about Gravol. Now knowing that for two nights in a row when I took the unknown named Gravol to help me sleep it did diddly squat, so what was the harm in buying some at work and popping two while on my break. About an hour later I found out.

One moment I am feeling great, lots of energy, no longer feeling like crap. With the spin of a head I started to feel the energy leaving my body, slowly through my arms and then my legs, I felt paralyzed. 'Great! Now the Gravol decides to put me asleep." Dragging my feet, trying to keep my brick eye lids open I started my way over to pack with one of my great employees. Trying to explain to her what was happening, a little light bulb went off in my head. 'Hey!! Adrenaline! That should counter act the drugs!' So running between two cashiers I started jumping up and down, singing, unpacking and packing with extra speed. Never allowing my feet to stop for more than a few seconds. Now I don't drink, but I have been told on several occasions that if you give me medication and adrenaline I act, high or drunk. Four of my employees got a good kick of watching my eyes go bloodshot, hands shaking uncontrollably. I have to admit I was having a blast, laughing hysterically at things that just weren't that funny, slipping on the floor with my running shoes as I ran.

Of course when I stopped for fifteen minutes while on my break, I could feel the paralysis cover me like a blanket once again, my mind wasn't putting words together to make sentences. I could feel the high wearing off, and to tell you the truth I didn't like it so much. Until after I realized I am back to myself, not the dead empty useless robot, or the extremely high employee that could have been dangerous at one point, but back to my usual insanity. Finally I was able to talk to employees and members without sounding completely insane and illiterate.

Never will I forget my wonderful day of being high for 4 hours. Oh glorious gravol I will miss you.

But hey I learned something today. Three of my employees would love the opportunity to slap me if they got the chance.