I thought that remedies were supposed to make you better, not worse. Silly me, I’m thinking like a child, when a trip to the doctor was reserved for when mom and grandma were stumped. After the hot mustard plasters, chicken broth, asafetida and orange juice didn’t work. My father told me that in the old country one-room schoolhouse he attended the teacher would put formaldehyde on the heat registers during cold and flu season, and they all stayed healthy. I got to go into the remains of that schoolhouse with him before he passed.
He was a wealth of information about the ‘old days.’ Dad said when Grandma made him mad he’d go outside and eat dirt to spite her. It must have given him a heck of an immune system. The only time I can remember him being sick was when someone persuaded him to get a flu shot to “protect” him. Damn near killed him. Avoid the shot!