Yes- you did read the title correctly. I said cough syrup fun.You know, as children, we were generally made to take one of two kinds of medicine, liquid or chewable. Apparently, we weren't trusted to swallow things.
The most notorious of the liquid offenders is, of course, Cough Syrup. Because it really isn't replaced by anything once you get older.
Sure you can pop cough drops like it's going out of style, but for the serious long term relief, there's no real substitute.
This fact doesn't bother me in the slightest. I never had a problem with cough syrup as a child, and as a immature adult, I don't have much trouble with coughing.
This is not the case for everyone, of course. For one, my sister Evil Glare hates cough syrup with a passion usually reserved for genocide.
So, apparently, does Fruit Bat.
Now, you wouldn't really know, because she hasn't really posted, but the dear FB has had a rather bad cough for the past five days or so. After a particularly rough night, she went to the free clinic on campus today.
It's either a cold or really bad allergies, but that part doesn't really matter because the treatment is the same- COUGH SYRUP.
Now, FB informed me that she really hated cough syrup- to the point of vomiting as a child. I didn't think it was actually true until it was time for her to take it. (No, she didn't vomit.)
First, she mocked the bottle, trying to read what dose she ought to take, and nearly not taking it because "It's two teaspoons and I don't have anything to measure with." No, the cap did not have a nifty measuring thing on the inside.
Then, opening the bottle, gouging at the protective seal with a pair of craft scissors, stabbing into the liquid itself "It's BLOOD!!" and claiming that her scissors were now "tainted."
Finally, after smelling it and nearly losing it right then, she managed to pour a little into a mug.
Assuming the position by the sink, mug in one hand, treat of root beer float as a reward in the other, she stood, counting to three.
One...
Two...
Three...
And held the mug away from her face.
At this point I was getting nervous- I should be here for this, but my class starts soon. So does Fruit Bat's for that matter.
"Take it because Vulpecula's going to be late for class." she coached herself.
"Take it because a TIME PARANOID Vulpecula's going to be late for class." I corrected.
One...
Two...
Three...
Mug got too close, she smelled it and pushed it away from her face.
"Sorry. That's not enough. Wait! I got it!"
Without telling me what the magic thought was, FB started the ritual once more.
One...
Two...
Three...
And down went the cough syrup. In went the ice cream- which smeared on her face in her eagerness to get rid of the taste and consistency of the syrup.
I laughed the whole way to class.
She just told me what the thought was. Some long-time readers might remember a puppy we dubbed Gaara. Well, Gaara's a dog now, and a mal-treated one at that. He and a little corgi are confined to a small run in the backyard of their house. Neither dog is neutered, and it's doubtful that they've had any shots, neither wears a collar, even though they frequently escape. Their run has no shelter for them to go to in the hot part of the day, and their water would be deemed disgusting by a sewer rat.
Anyway, today someone from the humane society was going to come around to check on them- and FB told herself that if she didn't take her medicine, no one would come.
Something completely unrelated...
Ah well, I at least had fun today.
