The last time it happened, the problem was a long dance with insomnia. After a few hundred restless tosses and turns, I walked into the darkened bathroom in search of my best friend, generic Tylenol PM. I took one and returned to bed where I tossed and turned for a few more hours.
The next morning discovered that I had not taken anything resembling Tylenol PM. But I was home, so there was no real problem.
This past Saturday night, because I am prone to repeating any ill-timed mistake, it happened again. This time the problem was acid reflux and I prowled around the darkened bathroom closet in search of a remedy. When, after an hour, the first pill didn't work, I took a second. It wasn't until the next morning that I saw the bottle and realized what I had taken two of and what was headed my way on Sunday morning:
Let me just tell you, our church service is a newly shortened 1 hour and 10 minutes and it surely felt like the longest 1 hour and 10 minutes of my life.