The Quiet Contemplator has had a nasty cough for a few days.
So she could
finally get some sleep without waking every 15 minutes from a hacking
cough, I did as my pediatrician recommended and gave her some Benadryl.
Big mistake. Apparently Benadryl is the equivalent of crack to The Quiet
Contemplator.
It started out well enough. She took down the magic potion without complaint.
Then she started acting a little strange. Her legs were a little wobbly underneath her and actions were a bit odd.
Then she started full-on tripping balls. Her pupils looked like a rave kid's from the '90s and she started spouting gibberish.
Then she lost her shit and had an out of body experience. She started swinging her arms like a ninja and shouting nonsense at inanimate objects. You were not allowed to get within her force field of awesome because she would shout, "DO NOT TOUCH ME!"
Then she immediately fell into a stoner coma, only to wake the next morning.
Overall, I would say that the Benadryl experiment was a complete success.
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