For being the girl who couldn't swallow a baby aspirin if her life depended on it, I seem to be quite the pill pusher. Growing up, I would try to swallow pills, only to fail miserably and have to resort to having my mom crush them up and sneak them into orange juice. Looking back, it tasted so much worse that way. I unnecessarily put my self through flavor misery, simply because I was unable to check my gag reflex. I realized that I couldn't continue through life this way and eventually, there would come a time when I'd have to down one of those horse pills. I practiced, wading into the pill swallowing waters by taking the sacrament bread without chewing; just swallowed it whole. From there I went onto swallowing jello in large chunks and finally I could tackle the teeny tiny pills (like Dramamine).
A few years go by, and by medical circumstance, I'm now taking multiple pills morning and night. Only temporarily, but it doesn't prevent me from feeling like I'm 50 years old with one of those days of the week pill boxes, filled with 15 different brightly colored medications. I refuse to cross that line, so instead of using those convenient containers with the handy lids, I have revolutionized the sandwich baggie. I'm not sure if I should feel proud for my swallowing capabilities, or be depressed that I have a need to do so.
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