I’ve been plagued by headaches recently. I will tell Dr. Heartthrob soon. In the meantime, even though I think I know the culprit (a new medication), I consulted with Mr. Google. I stumbled on an article that suggested that having a cup of coffee with your Tylenol (Acetaminophen) would increase its effectiveness 40%. Well, okay then.
Not so fast…
Then I found another article (isn’t there always another article) that warned that drinking coffee with Tylenol could cause liver damage. Then I found yet another article about the second article that revealed that the study was done on people who consumed more than 20 cups of coffee a day or consumed high-powered caffeine drinks that were equivalent to 20 cups. Good grief. The third article suggested that the media had hyped the information about the study. Oh, shucks! They’d never do that, would they? And who are these over-caffeinated people, and are they allowed to do simple tasks without supervision? I think this goes a long way to explaining those people who cut us off in traffic. I’d be picking lint off the ceiling if I ingested that much caffeine.
I consume very little caffeine. Almost none. I gave up caffeinated coffee years ago because of my heart. I never drink caffeinated beverages and that includes sodas. I do eat chocolate occasionally because… well… I am alive and chocolate must be consumed while one still lives. I did not make this up. It’s a rule.
I guess the consensus is that – if used once in a while – the prescribed dosage of acetaminophen taken with a cup of caffeinated coffee will most likely not send you into liver failure. I’m not a doctor, so do with this information what you will, but I do know two things: you can find an article online to support any theory you choose, and common sense is almost as good as having a medical degree.
In other news…
Furniture shopping hardly qualifies as news unless you haven’t been inside a furniture store for years. That would be me. I seriously need to do a mini overhaul on my house. It’s beginning to look like old people live here – a common pitfall for oldies. We tend to keep the same crap forever. My house is full of junk/antiques. I love them and have no intention of getting rid of them, but I suddenly see my house through a different lens. Things like sofas and rugs are in dire need of an update. The paint colors and curtains are fine, but my sofa is about 20-years-old.
Have you looked at new sofas lately? They are HUGE and so uncomfortable. They are made for NBA players. And the chairs that go with them are the size of mini sofas. If I manage to scoot back and get in a position where my back touches the back of the sofa, my feet don’t hit the ground. I’m not that short. I’m 5’6″. I tested a few, and there was no support what so ever! As soon as my butt hit that cushion, it was like Alice falling down the rabbit hole; the whole thing enveloped me like a big ole suction cup. I would need someone to pry me out of the cushions if I bought something like that. Honestly, if H went to play golf, he’d find me still flailing around in that suction cup when he got home. I can’t imagine those huge things in my little house. I wish I’d taken pics. We went to three stores. There are other stores, and I will keep looking, but I see a trend here.
I think about spending money, and then I think about how fast it goes if you get sick, and then I think of something else. That’s probably why old people’s houses look like they do.
That’s all I got. Have a good one.