Pill phobia
Last week, I sat down at a computer terminal in the office and stared at the colleague at the next terminal, who was wearing a thick sweater.
"I feel obliged to warn you that I have a very bad cold," he said.
"Not to worry, I'm due for a holiday anyway," I said rather blithely. Famous last words.
So yesterday, I woke up with a slight sore throat, and today I woke up with an even sore-er throat. Now, where did I put my Vitamin Cs? *looks around*
You see, my doctor dad gave me this huge bottle of Vit Cs, but I never take them unless I think I might be starting to fall sick. I hate swallowing pills.
When I was younger, I used to have a problem swallowing capsules. They just wouldn't go down. Dad had to open up the Cloxacillin (an antibiotic) and put it on a spoon for me. Ewww. Yuck. Ugh. "Bitter" doesn't even begin to describe the thing!
This state of affairs continued until Dad drew a diagram for me one day. (I've said he's a very diagram-y kind of person - Dad is always the person to go to if you want to understand something.) Capsules, he said, float on the surface of the water. Therefore, if you were to take half a mouthful of water and swallow as usual, it would simply slip down your throat.
Viola! Success! I never had a problem swallowing capsules again. But I still don't like swallowing pills or capsules of any sort.
However, if I'm ill, I'll religiously swallow down my medicine at 6-hour intervals or whatever the prescription calls for, because I figure I ought to follow instructions if I wanna get well...