One of the things I miss from the 1980s is Sudafed working.

Got a nose that is making your life a misery by running continuously? A couple of pseudoephedrine and sweet relief. Sure you couldn't sleep because you were wired like five back-to-back Italian expressos. But your nose wasn't letting you sleep anyways.

I don't know if the fault for no access to pseudoephedrine is the government, the bikies, the druggies, the illegal chemists, or the legal chemist shops. At this particular moment of my nose behaving like a garden tap needing new washers, I am cursing them all.