Incidentally, cod liver oil became really vogue in the early-mid 90’s. Some research papers had concluded that the reason there were relatively few obese Asians was because of the amount of fish they ate. All of a sudden cod-liver oil was being pressed-up in high volumes as soft-gel tablets and marketed by nutriceutical companies (including one of companies I worked for) as a potential weight-loss aid. More recently it’s had another rebirth as a supposed anti-arthritis aid.
Does it really work? No idea, but I wouldn’t believe any of the very carefully worded paraphernalia put out by a nutriceutical company…
And Akriflavine as a yellow alternative to Mercurichrome, but the doozy was Gentian Violet which left some nasty purple stains.
Kaomagma was the treatment for the trots, until I discovered that the best treatment for the trots was…let it pass…unless you had to go somewhere or be somewhere, and the old Kaomagma was essentially a cork up your freckle.
I was once diagnosed with a gastric virus, and prescribed Lomotil. After a week, i was blocked up but feeling a bit dodgy. Someone said…just stop taking them…and a couple of days later, the moment came, and there was none of that “I’d give that five minutes if I were you”. 23 years later, I suspect there’s still a Hazmat notice.
We were force fed cherry flavoured cough medicine, Brondecon, as kids. There is no way in hell cherry flavoured liquor chocolates would get near my lips.
Oh yeah… Senega! Licorice-flavoured ammonia solution (close enough to aniseed-flavoured bleach). I used to work in the testing lab for a company that made that stuff. This was back in the days before OHS types banned tasting as being part of the mandatory test regime. Foul, foul muck that stuff was.
The one I remember Mum shoving down our gullets as kids was called Milk Of Magnesia. A creamy, chalky sort of solution. I think it was for stomach upsets or for when we were “zipped up” (to… umm… “get things moving” if you catch my drift…) That and Mercurocrome are the lasting medical memories from my youth…
We’d get a dose of that whenever we needed to throw-up for whatever reason.
I remember my little sister being force-fed near enough to a bottle of that stuff in a frantic attempt to evacuate her stomach contents after my next-door neighbour and I figured it would be a good idea to get her to try the red & white toadstools/mushrooms that sometimes grew in our garden. What little shiits we were…
The cod-liver oil didn’t do the job and she was summarily whisked off to Maroondah Hospital. Whatever A&E gave her… did, and fast.
Incidentally, cod liver oil became really vogue in the early-mid 90’s. Some research papers had concluded that the reason there were relatively few obese Asians was because of the amount of fish they ate. All of a sudden cod-liver oil was being pressed-up in high volumes as soft-gel tablets and marketed by nutriceutical companies (including one of companies I worked for) as a potential weight-loss aid. More recently it’s had another rebirth as a supposed anti-arthritis aid.
Does it really work? No idea, but I wouldn’t believe any of the very carefully worded paraphernalia put out by a nutriceutical company…
And Akriflavine as a yellow alternative to Mercurichrome, but the doozy was Gentian Violet which left some nasty purple stains.
Kaomagma was the treatment for the trots, until I discovered that the best treatment for the trots was…let it pass…unless you had to go somewhere or be somewhere, and the old Kaomagma was essentially a cork up your freckle.
I was once diagnosed with a gastric virus, and prescribed Lomotil. After a week, i was blocked up but feeling a bit dodgy. Someone said…just stop taking them…and a couple of days later, the moment came, and there was none of that “I’d give that five minutes if I were you”. 23 years later, I suspect there’s still a Hazmat notice.
Disappointing lack of Twisties action around here of late.
I tried a packet of these yesterday and they weren’t joking about the “spicy” bit. A day later, my living room still has a whiff of their pungent aroma. If you are the type to savour hot and spicy foodstuffs, you’ll probably love them. Others may feel that their mouth is on fire.