Today I have a sick teenager at home. Though it is in my job description to be the resident Florence Nightingale, I am always struck but how the sick patient in question relies on my old wives tale style of nursing rather than on her father’s medical training. It never fails.
Sicko: Mom, I don’t feel so good.
Me: Hm… you better have your father check you.
Me: Seriously, you have to ask??
Sicko: But you’re the mom.
Me: Ok, let me see…
(takes temp, feels for clamminess, etc.)
Me: I can make you a concoction of milk, onion juice, ginger and cinnamon which may help.
Sicko: I guess I’ll have dad check me out…
Works every time. Ironically, so does the concoction. Unfortunately, it was something my grandmother made for pain, and she has no recipe for it. Which when you think about the ingredients, I’m kind of relieved.
Guess I will stick with ibuprofen, then 😉