The magnesium citrate bottle says "Pleasing Lemony Flavor." They lied.
Someone on the gyn cancer forum told me that it goes down better and faster with a straw. That was true. It wasn't nearly as bad as last year. But I had to keep pushing Lizzie away because she was trying to steal my straw.
She has a new hobby - eating paper. My desk has a pile of the most recent drafts of chapters with my writers group's comments on them. Apparently, Lizzie doesn't like their critiques.
If you enlarge the picture and bend sideways, you can read the first page of Chapter 25 of my novel. The pages were stacked in a nice, neat pile before she started messing with them.
I had grand plans for today. I was going to clean the bathroom and the bird cages and vacuum, but I haven't done a thing. This morning, I woke up feeling panicky about what will happen to my pets if I don't come home from the hospital tomorrow. I have this sense of dread that I'm going to have a heart attack or stroke out or something. Or they'll find cancer and decide to cut out my colon without telling me.
So I'm writing detailed instructions on how to take care of Percy and the birds. Lizzie's easy - she'll eat anything (see the photo). Percy needs to be fed four times a day (too much at once makes him throw up), and he's very picky about what he'll eat. Plus he's lactose intolerant and he needs hair ball remedy on a regular basis.
Well, it's time for me to choke down the second bottle of that "Pleasing Lemony Flavor." I'll be camped out in the bathroom the rest of the night.