I went to give my husband his medicine last night. His gatorade bottle was sitting next to his bed. He took a couple of sips and then I took a big gulp. Well guess what? IT WAS NOT GADORADE! It wa urine. Gag, gag and double gag. He used his gadorade bottle instead of his urinal. Im still not over it today. He did not ever complaine or anything. Yuck. This has just about broken me. Good God help me!! I thought I could handle just about anything but this is just too much. Its time to move the gadorade somewhere else!