It’s a little bottle. About an inch high when set on end. It looks like a glass tube with a white screw top. Without my glasses, I can’t even read the label the letters are so small.
However, I did read the instructions that came with it. Rather overkill, I would think. About five pages of warnings and descriptions. The warnings didn’t scare me. I wasn’t going to swallow the bottle whole, nor was I going to try and chew the glass bottle and swallow it. I also wasn’t going to take all the pills at the same time . . that would be stupid!
No, I bought this medication and put it in my back pocket for safe keeping, because I knew it could save my life.
The part that does concern me, though, is this instruction: If you have chest pain, take one pill and put it under your tongue. If, in five minutes, you still have chest pain, put another pill under your tongue. If the pain hasn’t gone away, call 911!
Now, this reminds me of the old joke about what to do in an aviation emergency over water: put your life vest on, bend over and put your head between your knees and kiss your bxxx good-bye!
Enough of this silliness. The bottle goes back into my back pocket!