Why is it, when you’re not feeling quite right you return to childhood memories to get yourself better?
After the flight from hell on Sunday night, sitting next to this person who coughed all the way to Darwin, I think my body is waging war with some errant bug. I’m not sick, but I’m not feeling on top form. So I’ve been trying to do everything right. Drinking lots of water, taking my vitamins, giving lots of rest, eating healthy, and taking the Panadol when things are getting a little bit out of hand. It’s not helping that I’m stuck in air-conditioning about 23 hours a day.
Often, those childhood remedies appear to help. Toast and vegemite is often the first thing you'll eat after having an upset stomach. Flat Woodies lemonade is wonderful for dicky tummies as well - but you can only get Woodies lemonade in Adelaide - and it is still the best. It's not too sweet.
With colds, flu and general aches and pains, there's all sorts of things that can help.
But what makes me feel better than anything else?
Butter Menthols.
They’ve been around since I was a child. As far as I’m concerned there is no better throat lozenge and pick me up, not that they’re really a cough lolly. They're really just a souped-up butterscotch, and that’s probably why I like them. There's just enough menthol in them to coat the throat
For the last two days I’ve made my way to chemist warehouse to pick up supplies, you know, a spare pack of Panadol, some Betadine throat gargle, zinc and Echinacea tablets, all hoping to stay off the dreaded lurgy.
But I think it’s the butter menthols that making me better.
I think another early night, lots of fluids and keeping on with this regime and I’ll be right in no time.
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