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Originally Posted by Sundae Girl
... makes me retch since being forced to drink a revolting raspberry flavoured medicine called Pripsen when I was a child. It was the only time I refused my Mum anything and she was reduced to bribing me. My fear of the wretched taste was actually higher than my fear of her....
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I have an incident like that in my past. I can't remember the name of the medecine, but I spat it out all over the bedclothes in a big raspberry and my mum was so cross/upset she said (for the only time in her life) "Wait til you father gets home!". I was so scared of him (without reason, I think it was the magnitude of my mum's upsetness that scared me IYKWIM) that I hid under the bed when I heard him come upstairs. They were both pretty apologetic that they'd scared me so much. Can't remember if they managed to persuade/bribe me to take the stuff. It was FOUL
