Ah yes, the thick gooey too-too pink liquid stomach medicine is quite the miracle worker. i dont normally practice western medicines, however pepto bismol is a rare exception. i swear, if you have any sort of stomache, it will instantly cure it (and if it doesn’t, stop eating whatever you ate that made you feel that way).
i remember watching my mom untwist the white bottlecap of the flamboyant pink medicine and pour it into a “big kid’s” spoon for me to swallow. it was too slimy and tasted like toothpaste. i could feel it slowly crawl down my throat, into my tummy like a freshly swallowed newt. however, i couldnt deny it’s amazing healing powers.
i kind of now wonder why my mom never tried to feed me other different western medications, such as aspirin, niquil, etc… probably because of her cultural strange asian tendency’s, or because of her over the board religious views.
anyway, i still and forever will look at pepto bismol as the healer of everthing below your chest and higher than your legs. it’s somewhat strange how childhood memories could have such a significant impact on ones life (if they are still able to remember it).
in other news:
it’s 3am, and here i am typing away at what i would want to call an additional story to my collection of vignettes. however, i have yet to call myself a real writer so i shall just refer to as random ramblings. they are neither autobiographical nor memoirs of myself. however, many real life events in my own life contribute to the over message and plot of the random ramblings.
ooo that is a word i like; vignette. i love how different the pronounciation is compared to the correct spelling.
i apologize for this lack of thought process. after all, it is 3am.
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