I’m fighting a cold and a serious lack of motivation this week. The cold came out of nowhere, and the lack of motivation is derivative of it.
Let me tell you a story, speaking of derivative.
Once, on a cold December eve (I’ll assume it was December because I know it was cold and I had been sick a while, possibly three (3) months at that point, and for some reason text alignment is now centered, we’ll say that’s part of the story-telling format), I went to the walk-in clinic. I went there because at that point, I had no family doctor and I had nowhere closer to go. I had previously learned that they weren’t that great at diagnosing things, but I hadn’t much choice as three (3) months is a long time to be under the weather. So I went, and I waited 5 hours for a doctor to prescribe me something.
Upon my next stop, the pharmacy, I waited another 20 or so minutes and was asked if reception at the walk-in clinic had asked about my allergies. I said yes, and I had confirmed with the file presented to me that I was allergic to (let’s say) codeine. Perfect.
“This medicine he prescribed you is a derivative of codeine.”
“I… I just waited 5 hours for that. Does that mean it’s as bad as codeine and I shouldn’t have it?”
“If you choose to take it, I would only take a quarter of the recommended dosage.”
At this point, it was nearly 9pm, stores were closing, I could not foresee sleeping without any kind of medicine in my system this night. Why would that doctor prescribe me something I clearly confirmed I was allergic to? Was he the worst doctor? (No, I would learn a couple years later at Hotel Dieu in St Catharines, but that’s a story for another time.) “It won’t kill me?”
“No, it probably won’t even do anything, but I wouldn’t take the given dosage.”
I took it home, took ONE QUARTER OF A TEASPOON before bed, after which, I had my first ever hallucination. Words were being written before my eyes while being whispered at me. Not evil words either. Words like “chair”, “cat”, “pencil”. Well, that was enough of that medicine. I was terrified into sleep and never touched it again.
Years later, I would meet an instructor at college who had much the same incident with a derivative of codeine. Much exactly the same.
So I guess my point is, this is what deriving a lack of motivation from a disgusting cold can do. It’s poison and I want it out now. And also, don’t take medication you probably shouldn’t. You’ll die.