Somebody at work said I "hadn't been smiling lately," which surprised me.  I thought I had been presenting a consistently average attitude.  Even on the best of days, I don't resemble Julie Andrews twirling on a mountaintop.  In fact, most of us in the office have been working while sick this month, and it must've showed. 

For one of my symptoms, my physician prescribed zolpidem, better known as Ambien, the sleeping pill.  The PubMed Health web page has this to say about its side effects:
You should know that some people who took zolpidem got out of bed and drove their cars, prepared and ate food, had sex, made phone calls, were sleep-walking, or were involved in other activities while not fully awake. After they woke up, these people were usually unable to remember what they had done.
This has to be one of the ten plots used in situation comedies.  It sounds like zolpidem would give me more energy than I've had in weeks.  

One odd thing I learned at the office is that if I blow my nose, it prompts T, two aisles over, to also blow his nose within 30 seconds.  What can I do with this newly discovered superpower?  All I know is that it comes with great responsibility.