Redoxon Ruckus.

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The morning sinus strucked again with great fury this time.
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Apart from the chronic nose-twitching and nose-running and tsunami-level sneezing inside a freezing staff room, I was fine. Really.
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The persistent atchoo-ing must have alarmed my nice co-form teacher, who was seating just in the next cubicle.
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Without any warning, she suddenly got up and thrusted a orange bottle of pills in my face, and not without saying 'Jo, you don't look so well. I think you need this Vitamin C tablets'.
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I felt really thankful for her concerned kindness, and immediately after whimpering a weak 'thank you' with my nose still buried in Kleenex, I popped one capsule instantly.
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I didn't know what I did, but my kind colleague suddenly stared in me in horror, her gaze transfixed onto my oral orifice, waiting for some implosion to happen.
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I was feeling funny too, but not from her stare.
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There was some vigorous bubbling on my tongue, and then it got so intense I was suddenly foaming at the mouth. I thought I was going to die from some Plutonium radiation causing excessive salivation or something that will eventually drown me in a messy pool of amylase.
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Needless to say, I was a mess. The colleague was still standing rooted to the spot and hadn't budged an inch. I think she didn't know whether to laugh or react in shock. All I know was that she gave me this 'Eeeee...' look that thinly disguised the fact that she was pledging an oath not to come an inch closer to me anymore for the rest of her life.
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I didn't die that day, but during my recovery I learned a hard lesson though - that I must learn to believe that not all Vitamin C tablets are chewable, and that there is such a thing as a Vitamin C tablet that you need to dissolve in water to make it into an instant isotonic-like drink, or risk getting severe effervescence in your mouth with an innocent pop of that one killer capsule.
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