10 millimeters. Roughly 4 % of a cup. In the grand scheme of things that is merely a drop.
But don’t tell that to person struggling to take their medicine tonight. Despite sounding like they’re about to hack up a lung it takes them not 1, not 2, but 3 sips to finish off the cauldron of Tussin.
You’d have thought it was corn liquor with the faces made after each gulp.
I know you might be thinking poor LM, but think again the patient tonight is my infinitely better half, E.