However, this time I won’t give you a gross picture. Let’s just say I didn’t think my throat could look worse – oh how very, very wrong I was. My body has been sapped of all energy. The overuse of Tylenol PM has taken away the great buzz followed by sleep that I’m used to getting when I swallow those two little blue pills. The house is littered with tissues, empty drug bottles, and glasses and cups with 3/4 of the drink still in them. And the inbox is 98 messages full – and that’s 98 messages I need to act on, not 98 messages I can just delete. Make that 99 now.