WARNING LABEL NEEDED!!!!!!
You know how sometimes you go to a restaurant and you still have half your plate of expensive pasta that you can't finish because you are so stuffed from the salad and bread you had while waiting for it so you decided to take it in a small container thinking you will reheat it tomorrow or take it to work then you stick it WAY WAY deep in the fridge and leave it there to rot. Every time you open the fridge you smell a stench that gets stronger each day until one day many months later you finally clean out your fridge because you might think it could be your favorite cat lucky that mysterious disappeared and could have possibly gotten lost in my hoarding container deemed a fridge. That horrifiying many months later green pasta (it's not even pesto pasta) that is growing a second head with its gym socks mixed with men's "musk" cologne smell that sends you running for the hills is how this pills smelled. I have been having bad nightly Leg cramps and read that it could be a lack of magnesium I mean come on I lack everything else so why would magnesium be an exception to my lack bucket. As soon as I received it (less than 24 hours later damn you amazon and your quickness) I opened them up and the first thing I did when looking inside is get a whiff of that amazing vomit smell that lingered in my nose for minutes and made me gag over and over. My fight or flight response kicked in and before I knew it I had swung the cap shut and flung the container into the trash can ninja style may I add where my dogs gave me the most confused look ever until they moved closer to the trash can and them with their delicate noses could smell what I just had. So now that I recalled this horrible day in detail and 3 psychiatrist visits (bar next door where they make awesome margaritas. I read somewhere that bartenders are the cheaper version of crazy doctors but with yummier drinks served on the spot) to help with the traumatic experience I ask the grown up question WHY??!??! Shouldn't there be a big giant label with a red font size 72 letting me know that it smells this disgusting or was I shipped a Swedish can of surströmming disguised as magnesium. Either way I wish I would have known before ordering and being traumatized like that I wish this upon no other soul. Now that I've written this I will continue playing Russian roulette on my search for the wonder of magnesium. ONWARDS ME THE SEARCH MUST GO ON
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