This is supposed to make me better?
Posted on | April 2, 2010 | Comments Off
The words Are you (expletive deleted) kidding me? screamed through her mind as she swirled around her newly numb tongue and tried not to gag on the bitter (understatement) taste of the medication. One would really think if something was supposed to be placed under the tongue to dissolve some artificial sweetener would be used. Her immediate response was a rather grotesque over production of saliva and gagging that almost resulted in the whole thing heaving ho. As it turned out, she rather wished that had been the case.
It had been a bad, bad night. And the entire day was heavy and lethargic and everything felt wrong. But this was supposed to help. She looked at the stupid pillbox…this one a very “eco-unfriendly” type but needed for these melt-away tabs…and shivered at the thought of the nightmares to come. Would she even bother doing this again tonight? The taste alone isn’t worth it, she thought.
She thought about all the treatments that had come and gone…the great lengths people would go to get better. Old medicine bottles now used as decoration…none of hers ever would be. Plastic.
Things just don’t turn out the way you think they will. But this will make me better, right?
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