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My parents used to give me some kind of herbal supplement or drug or something--I dunno the name--but it was nasty.
Since they couldn't get me to take it with liquid, they resorted to crushing the pills and mixing the fragments into applesauce or ice cream and feeding me that, but I could still taste it.
I still cringe thinking about the taste of those pills.
Oh, and then there was the time I was trying to take an Immodium, and it got caught someplace funny in my mouth, and I ended up projectile-puking because it hit my gag spot just right.
Since they couldn't get me to take it with liquid, they resorted to crushing the pills and mixing the fragments into applesauce or ice cream and feeding me that, but I could still taste it.
I still cringe thinking about the taste of those pills.
Oh, and then there was the time I was trying to take an Immodium, and it got caught someplace funny in my mouth, and I ended up projectile-puking because it hit my gag spot just right.
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