BitterSweetLife

Despite Extra Sleep, the Superpower Falls

I won again.

It happened Sunday afternoon, at Lindsay’s grandma’s house. As we were hanging out, waiting for lunch to materialize, I casually asked if there happened to be a Boggle game in the house. As luck would have it, there was, and we found it—buried in a corner of the cavernous basement that is a fixture in virtually all houses belonging to grandmothers.

Lindsay had been feeling sick. In fact, she’d spent most of the morning sneezing, blowing her nose, and sleeping. Of course, the extra sleep was an unrecognized advantage for Boggle, and it could very easily have gone under the radar. Fortunately, I realized what I was up against.

And I wasn’t feeling that well myself. Of course, out of consideration for Lindsay’s feelings, I didn’t tell her. In fact, I haven’t told anyone, up until this moment. But I was having trouble functioning normally. My vision was blurry, and I had to concentrate really hard to bring the Boggle cubes into focus. The whole room was spinning.

But I did what I had to. In between matches (when I wasn’t explaining to Lindsay that “moo” is not a real word) I closed my eyes and put my head down, resting my vision and regaining my stamina for the next skirmish. I also consumed an entire bottle of Tylenol, using 7-Up and lemon tea to wash it down in the most healthy manner possible. I also gave myself a few cortisone shots, just in case.

It’s remarkable that no one noticed all the pain I was in, really. But I wanted the win. And despite the extra sleep Lindsay had enjoyed that morning, I got it. Boggle Victory Number 3 is in the books.