Bill Roper (billroper) wrote,
Bill Roper
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The Sore Throat

Katie told me last night that her throat hurt. By the middle of the night, she came into our room in a good bit of pain.

The problem is that she hates the taste of the chewable and liquid children's ibuprofen and/or acetaminophen and she can't manage to swallow a single adult pill. And that's what she needs to take the pain down.

I admit that the grape chewable ibuprofen smelled pretty vile to me. Over lunch, I found some orange flavored children's ibuprofen. daisy_knotwise managed to get two down her this afternoon by dissolving them in water. This evening, I got her to chew up two of them and wash them down with iced tea.

This little girl has a hypertrophied sense of "That tastes yucky!"

*sigh*

We kept her home from school today. We'll see how she feels tomorrow.
Tags: health, home, kids, musings
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