Two stories about taking meds:
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<br>1. Growing up, I took an enzyme called Cotazym. It came in a green capsule, and as a small kid, I couldn't swallow pills yet. So my mother would open the enzyme contents into a medicine cup, put a little sugar in it, and then mix in the green capsule (she would pre-dissolve it to a paste) into the mix (I loved the green color, I guess). I'd take the whole thing like a champ.
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<br>I was about 4 or 5 when I started opening the capsules and taking them in a cup, following with a chase of water.
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<br>2. When I was small, I struggled with bowel obstructions, so my doctor put me on Mucomyst to drink. It smelled like rotten eggs, and tasted even worse. My mother used to try to mix it in Orange Juice, and 30+ years later, when I drink OJ, I still get taste flashbacks.
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<br>I figured out how to take it, though. I'd take it like a shot and THEN chase it with OJ, which helped clean my palate of the taste.
<br><br>I cleverly told my doctor that I had renamed it to Puke-o-myst.<br>
<br>So, yeah, I knew how to do "shots" before I knew what a "shot" was!
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