What can YOU say in six sentences?
The lozenge clicks against my teeth. The menthol square slides across my tongue as the vapors permeates the roof of my mouth creating a rich saliva.
My medicated breath makes conversation with me more palatable. My palate however, is in the process of being coated by a film of white gak, which robs me of experiencing other flavors.
My nose is becoming clear with an eucalyptus and sugar infusion. I'm in a clouded haze of medicated bliss and the fortune printed on my lozenge wrapper tells me; I've survived worse.