During my childhood, I was trialling meds for arthritic pains much similar to what I have now. I got an ulcer & had to go for some stomach scan that involved drinking a giant “strawberry milkshake”. When your body hurts & your stomach hates you, the last thing you want is some doctors’ chalk tasting smoothie concoction. Out of frustration & pain, I ended up throwing the milkshake at my mother.
Last night my mother offered to deliver a strawberry milkshake to throw at her to help deal with my pains now. (Got to love mothers.) My motto of the week is now, “Don’t Panic & Carry a Strawberry Milkshake”.
I’ve had one already this week!
PS I didn’t throw it at anybody…