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[phosfate]

Mom left behind a giant jar of St Joseph Children's Asprin in the medicine cabinet. It's good until, like, 2015, so I'm trying to use it. But it's very strange to choke down 6-8 tiny pills every time I get a headache. I know that one day, I'm gonna swallow wrong and one's going to go straight into my brain.

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[aldenmacrae.livejournal.com]

Ooh, is it pink and cherry-flavored?

And: ~hugs~ That sort of left-behind stuff can be kind of a kick in the gut. I think it's lovely and kinda inspiring that you're trying to use up the aspirin instead of weeping over it or throwing it away (not that I would ever do either of those things, oh nooooo). :)

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Sadly, no. It's safety coated for grown-ups.

The only thing that's really depressing me is this bottle of skin lotion that was in her room when she snuffed it. One of the caregivers wrote her name on it in totally alien handwriting. I need to suck it up and put a band-aid over it or something, 'cause every time I see it, it's like getting stabbed with a palette knife.

[aldenmacrae.livejournal.com]

Safety coated for grown-ups has its own special charm, though. The cherry-flavored crap never tastes good anyway.

The band-aid over the alien handwriting sounds like a good thing.