"I have a really bad headache that won't go away. My head is stuffy, and my poop stomach is upset. I don't feel like going. Maybe I shouldn't have tried that new spicy food yesterday."
I went on about my business, not wanting to shame The Pony into going along. I was sure I could pump my own gas before the paid-for pump shut off. I'd just have to use a different Casey's bathroom before going to get gas. Or go before paying, which usually doesn't work out, because a giant line seems to form while I'm out of sight of the previously empty counter.
Anyhoo... The Pony was sorry to leave me in the lurch. I got a text the next morning.
"Mystery solved. I'm sick with something. Sore throat this morning and a bit of cough. Phwegh."
Of course I called The Pony. I don't have my helicopter working, but T-Hoe has been refurbished. I offered to drop off some vitamins that Farmer H and I take, which have seemed to keep such ailments away. We prefer the gummy version which includes elderberry, but they are out of stock. The Pony had some, but used them up a month or so ago. Now all we have are giant horsepill capsules. The Pony eschewed them back then, but now said they were worth a try. They have Vitamin C, Vitamin D, Zinc, and Quercetin.
"I'll give you seven days' worth. Take one at night and one in the morning. We just take one a day, unless we get sick. Which Dad has before, and said he got over it in three days when he doubled up on the vitamins."
So off I went to take horsepills to The Pony. Who was having a hard time deciding on what to disguise them with for swallowing. The considerations were peanut butter, jelly, pudding, ice cream. I'm not sure which was chosen, and if it was a success.
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I usually just swallow all pills with a mouthful of water, but I reckon ice cream would work just as well. Hope The Pony is soon up and trotting again.
River,
The Pony DID manage to use just water, even for this giant horsepill. According to a text I got at 8:30 tonight, The Pony has "the trots." Which is NOT the same thing as trotting!
I take my pills by the handful with just water. My daughter has a friend who adopted two children. When the oldest one started school, she got a call from the school nurse to come get Miles. He told his teacher he had the shmatz and she sent him to the nurse. Neither of them being familiar with the word the family used for diarrhea. Reminding me that families often adopt words for body parts and functions that are not common. My sister-in-law still says she has to go tee-tee. She taught her son to use the word ping-pong, instead of penis. Imagine the shock on his face when he was only four and was told they were going to the opening of the mall in their small city. A helicopter was dropping a load of ping-pong balls with prizes inside and upon hearing this he looked terrified!!
Kathy,
The Pony has always had a problem swallowing pills. Maybe he's growing out of it!
Oh my gosh! That poor kid! He's probably traumatized for life! I thought maybe your story was leading up to a ping-pong exhibition game at the school, where all the kids would go to the gym to watch Chinese athletes play ping pong. The helicopter drop was even better!
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