The Finnegan Papers

Wednesday, Jan. 09, 2002 - 10:49 a.m.

that deep itch, part two (continued from prior entry)

But it really wasn't that bad, because my grandma was vacationing with us at the time. I still feel sorry about how she wound up spending an entire month playing caretaker to me, but I'm sure that I recovered faster for it. I had to take these grossly large antibiotic pills that conveniently came in a diameter-size that was wider than my esophagus. To keep me from choking, Grandma carefully ground up the pills into fine powder, and had me take the whole bit down in a teaspoon with a pinched nose.

It's strange how you'd miss something like that.

I hope I don't get sick. ~Finn

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