The drug store was out of Zyrtec the other day and I may have started to hyperventilate.
Zyrtec is the only thing that works on my allergies. It works better than the TEN FREAKING YEARS of allergy shots I had (although, in the shots' defense, some of my allergies have changed, such as from hay to dogs) and better than everything else I have ever taken. Zyrtec means that I don't constantly have a runny nose and that my eyes aren't always red and that being outside in the fall doesn't mean I'll soon have a killer headache.
Also, as I discovered to my massive distress when I took a few days off of it during my sinus infection (antihistamines always make my sinus infections worse), I now need it to sleep. Even though I was completely exhausted and sick, I did not get more than 3 hours of sleep per night. . .until I went back to my beloved Zyrtec.
I don't remember reading "may become habit forming" in the literature (or in the literature of the knock-off brand I've started buying), but I'm pretty sure it's right up there with crack.
I literally started to panic when I realized they didn't have it. I started calculating how much I had left and whether I had enough time to score somewhere else. I may have started sweating.
See, this is exactly why I didn't experiment with drugs in my youth. I KNEW I would like them and risk turning into a coke whore (this was the 80's. In New Jersey. It was possible.). Now, I'm not saying I'd be a Zyrtec whore, but I would totally think about it.
