He still had a human body, but with what he could endure on a regular basis it was likely that he needed more than just the average mortal dose of medicine. A tablespoon wouldn't cut it.
He held it in his hand again not able to stop himself from near gagging. He flicked the little plastic cup off. He'd just hold his nose and down as much as he could without bothering with measurements. Once he'd taken at least half of the little container he shook his vigorously, holding a hand to his stomach because he might throw it right back up. "You put this stuff in you?" No wonder mortals couldn't handle anything, when they made concoctions like this---how could they even feed themselves?