There’s this thing we have up here in Canada, and Ron swears by it. Buckley’s.
Remember when you were little (or in old movies, you whippersnappers) when your mom or grandma would put a mentholated camphor rub on your chest with a hot washcloth? Remember that? Well, it’s just like that.
Except you drink it.
And OH. My God, it is horrible. While Ron starts chugging it at the first signs of a really bad cold, I hold out. I have to be really sick. In fact, I have to be at death’s door. This stuff tastes so bad, I can’t even smell it. I start to retch.
But I’m really sick.
“I’m going into the kitchen,” I told the kids just now, “and if you hear a large thud, it just means I took some Buckley’s. If you hear nothing after that, call 911. And don’t look.” They continued watching Lost. “Uh-huh” one of them muttered, “Next commercial.”
I got a glass of water, got the spoon, opened the bottle. I stretched. I braced myself and held my nose. Oh it was BAD. It was vile. It has earned these italics and caps, I can assure you. Instant body shivers.
But? I am disgusted and dismayed to report that no less than a minute after one teaspoon, I’m starting to feel better. This means I may get a good night’s sleep, and more importantly, on waking, I will probably just have lingering symptoms. Then I’ll feel like I can Get Things Done and be almost over it, I will be compelled to take just one more teaspoon.
Which means I have to taste it again.
And they didn’t even ask me to post this in my blog. I’m doing this as a favour to humanity. Although I think it works because it tastes so awful, the germs run screaming from your body.
Where to buy in the US – I guess you can get it at Rite-Aid, but it won’t show up on their website. At any rate, here’s some direct product links to some online pharmacies. (I sound like spam. Sigh.)
– they have the best story of. “And if anybody knows about coughs and colds, it’s Canadians.”
The Herbal Man – old fashioned patent medicines. (That link’s just for Kim C. 😉 )