I know that when it comes to being sick we dont exactly want rewards for how good or bad we are of a patient...but seriously. . I'm terrible.
I've been told this my entire life. "Jackie you better hope you never get seriously ill because your a terrible medicine taker". My Grandma, Dad, Aunt's and Uncles have all echoed the sentiment that I am in fact a horrible sick person. And now it's Willie's turn to witness first hand just how stubborn and terrible I can be.
So the basic treatment for sore throat is Gargling Salt Water and using Chloraseptic. Well...those two things just WONT do. I have been against those two very things since I was at least 5 years old. I have thrown tantrums after tantrum about never gargling that wretched salt water, and using that awful Chloraseptic crap. But Willie on the other hand, he's a whole new person to convince that I really am stubborn as a mule.
I posted on the Racquetball forums about my sore throat and once again, the echoeing of "salt water and chloraseptic" was loud and clear. Of course he had to read this as well, and on our way home Saturday from the tournament we had to stop and get me something cause I was in a terrible amount of pain. NO pain will not make me use the dreaded stuff either. So here we are in the car. I'm about to suck it up and squirt the Chloraseptic. We even got Cherry flavored as so thoughfully recommended by someone who does not have these issues...
There we are, at the red light. I take a deep breath. Squirt Squirt Squirt Squirt Squirt. . five times as the label said, and lo' and behold. . here I go. I start heaving. . god it's awful, I almost vomit in the car. Your not supposed to swallow the stuff so here I am spitting into the plastic bag we got from target with our purachase. My mouth is suddenly warm from the sensation of having to vomit...I hate this stuff. Now I know at this age in my life chances are it's a mental thing, but seriously. . I hate it. So I have found my compramise much to Willie's non acceptance, I squirt a Qtip with the crap, and go in there and rub it around. I know I'm not really getting the full benefit of the stuff, because I'm pretty sure the point of the spray is to get down way deep,. . but thats okay. I'm happy with my Q tips.
On to the Salt Water...
So he keeps pestering me and pestering me. Yes I can behave quite like the six year old. So I finally go into the kitchen while he is out with the kids, and make myself the dreaded cocktail. I stall. I start a load of laundry while it sits there...mocking me..hating me. . grrrr
I suck it up, go over, take my gulp. . throw my head back trying not to taste it, and again. . heave it all out into the sink. Willie of course will never believe that I actually did this so I saved my cocktail on the counter top so he can see it..dont know how I'll convince him I took it but I'm pretty sure he'll force me to take more. He's a big ol' meanie jerk poo poo face :P
I really am, the worst person when it comes to being sick. I have just finally learned to take pills, and still gag on them quite routinely. Ridiculous I know, but if you see me at the water cooler with my tylenol or Motrin, stand back..chances are they'll be coming right back out.