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3:56pm December 26, 2013
Clindamycin. But I call it something else: Dead cabbage meds. It started last spring when I was in the hospital and I had to take this stuff orally. It tasted foul. So foul I almost threw up whenever I drank it. One day, someone informed it was supposed to be cherry flavored. I said, “Maybe, but it’s five rotten cabbages and one cherry.” Hence, dead cabbage meds. They really taste that bad. Like rotten cabbages combined with sickly sweetness. I have to take them for a week. But at least I got them. There were a lot of barriers to getting them, mostly caused by either the original pharmacy not having it, or else the prescribing doctor calling it into the wrong pharmacy or doing other non helpful things. (Including insisting I should rearrange my entire feeding schedule because she refused to believe I’d aspirated pure bile rather than food. She was an on-call doctor, not even someone who was from the department we were trying to contact, let alone someone familiar with me. But she kept ignoring things my caregiver was telling her.) What’s amazing about dead cabbage meds is that they feel almost as bad to have them stuck directly into your intestines through a tube, as they feel to swallow. So I’m in for a lot of fun the next few weeks. :-/

Clindamycin. But I call it something else: Dead cabbage meds.

It started last spring when I was in the hospital and I had to take this stuff orally. It tasted foul. So foul I almost threw up whenever I drank it.

One day, someone informed it was supposed to be cherry flavored. I said, “Maybe, but it’s five rotten cabbages and one cherry.”

Hence, dead cabbage meds. They really taste that bad. Like rotten cabbages combined with sickly sweetness.

I have to take them for a week. But at least I got them. There were a lot of barriers to getting them, mostly caused by either the original pharmacy not having it, or else the prescribing doctor calling it into the wrong pharmacy or doing other non helpful things. (Including insisting I should rearrange my entire feeding schedule because she refused to believe I’d aspirated pure bile rather than food. She was an on-call doctor, not even someone who was from the department we were trying to contact, let alone someone familiar with me. But she kept ignoring things my caregiver was telling her.)

What’s amazing about dead cabbage meds is that they feel almost as bad to have them stuck directly into your intestines through a tube, as they feel to swallow.

So I’m in for a lot of fun the next few weeks. :-/

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