Hmmm

Erik Austin
Aug 27
1 min read

So today at work I got absolutely bombarded with texts from my mom and sister. Apparently my mom is going through withdrawal… from her sleep aid, Succinate. Then she goes on about how she also uses nose spray (which she calls “the same thing”) and how one time she was up at 3 a.m. searching for it—only to let it happen again. Then, mid-crisis, she suddenly pivots to worrying about my nephew using the spray. My sister calmly replies that yes, both she and her son use it—but correctly. Unlike my mom and her husband, who can’t seem to get off what I now lovingly call “the nose juice.”

I mean… this is comedy gold. Yes, I feel a little bad for her, but the irony is just too good. She’s always wagging a finger at me about “addiction,” meanwhile I’m the one who can quit things cold turkey—no cheat days, no replacement crutch, no midnight scavenger hunt for nasal spray like it’s the Holy Grail. And honestly, I’m not sure how any of this really goes along with her AA program that she attends two or three times a week.