Calling all Schmollandites! (Or is it Schmutch)? Does anyone else have a prob getting their little darling to take medicine? ....at 5 am?

I woke around 5 ish to a giant foot repeatedly kicking me in the back, snatching the covers off, holding my eyelids open with his hands, snatching my fingers...etc. You get the idea. "I want an apple". So in favor of more sleep I give hiim the apple. 2 min later...same routine. "I want an apple." I find the previous apple and say, "Finish this apple, you've only taken three bites." No. He needed a NEW apple. One with the peeling unmarred. In the interest of more sleep...you know the drill. Around 2 min later.....yes, same routine, kicking, pulling, eyelids etc. Now he's whining, grunting, anything but talking so I ask, "Do you need to potty?" "NOOOOOOOO!!!" he yells and slaps me. Mind you I have a serious sinus headache and allergies are killing me. I am not in the mood. He's doing the pee pee dance so I know I'm on the right track. He needs to go. But will he just simply go? NO! He will not. The chase is on. Kentucky Derby style. Around the sofa, toward the front door then a dart towards the laundry room. That's when I got him! He had no way out. Off to the potty we go. Now, back to bed, which at this point is an inflatable air mattress in the living room since he can not be trusted roaming the house in the early morning hours. I lay down, get cozy and yep..you guessed it. Same routine...kicking, pulling covers and eyelids etc. Now I can tell he doesn't feel good. It's time for the cold medicine. This is where it got rough...
Have you ever gone to a swamp, chased down an alligator with a cough and congestion. He's quick and doesn't want to be caught so you must hunt, track and capture the grumpy alligator. Finally, you have him cornered. He tries to escape, but you've firmly got hold. Now you're in the full throws of a death roll. All over the swamp. Back and forth. To and fro. It will never end. He repeately hits you with his enormous tail. He even tries to take a bite out of you. But you, knowing he doesn't feel well, MUST give hiim the cold medicine. You finally did it , with both legs around the alligator's middle, one arm arround the back of his head, pinning one of his arms behind your back and the other arm you hold firmly in your hand. With the dropper in the other hand, you successfully accomplish the mission. It is done. He'll feel better soon. I finally doze off for a few minutes...and then...DH is coming through the door, home from working mids. No rest for the weary today.
That was my morning in the Merry Ole Land of Schmolland and the rest of the day wasn't much better. But maybe we'll all feel better tomorrow and things will be brighter. He's just been a little extra, ok, a lot extra, challenging the past few days. Sorry this was so long. Just working it out. Much cheaper than therapy.