It begins with a runny nose, always in early December when the weather gets colder and nature emits strange particles. I’m speaking of the eternal menace of the winter cold, which, experience suggests, can be prevented from turning to flu or other yucky infections by keeping symptoms at bay.
Thus should the company that invented pseudoephedrine — a drug made from “yeast fermentation of dextrose in the presence of benzaldehyde,” says Wikipedia — be heralded by one and all. I’m happy for those who need far-flung laser surgeries that such technologies exist, but, speaking from the point of view of self interest, the company that can make a tiny pill to unclog my nose earns my deepest gratitude.
And how we have all taken it for granted. We stock up on those little red pills — red like Christmas — all season long, so that days are bright and nights are restful. Oh there’s also the liquid form, which has a flavor you come to love as much as the finest liqueur made by French monks. Why aren’t the pills sold in packages of 100, 1,000, or 5,000? Well, in any case they should be. They are our seasonal friend, as much a part of the calendar as Thanksgiving.
And yet this year, matters are different. FULL ARTICLE