I dreamed about merthiolate last night
I cut up stuff for salad with an old device called a Feemster slicer, which is a poor woman's mandoline. I hate making (and eating) salads, but my husband feels they are part of a healthy diet, and I love my husband, so I make him salads. This slicer makes it a lot easier.
But of course I slice my thumb on a regular basis, and a couple of days ago I did it again. It was no big deal--shallow but bloody--but it left one of those annoying dead skin flaps. This one was too small for me to bite or cut off. Plus it was sore. I rubbed Neosporin into it, but it still hurt.
In my dream, I kept asking people if they had any merthiolate or gentian violet.
As a kid, those were my preferred antiseptics. Unlike iodine (which is what I ended up painting my thumb with) they didn't sting--gential violet was especially gentle, but my mother hated it because of the stains it left.
When my parents died and the house was being emptied, I was unable to see to it myself. I told my husband and son I wanted everything out of the medicine cabinet, but they thought I was joking. Merthiolate, gentian violet, *paragoric* which is *opium*, cough medicine with *codeine* in it, and "drawing" ointment, which supposedly "drew" infection out of boils and things. It all got thrown away, dammit.
Were there wonderful over-the-counter medicines when you were a kid?
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Boy my 5 year old memory was off a bit, lol.
I guess I was so shocked I only focused on the part that was zapping me. Called the Violet Ray. More like Violent Ray...
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Interesting!
I am not familiar with this one, but there are devices which operate on the mortal oscillary rate (the presumption in physics that there is a frequency in the presence of which an organism cannot survive; the more complex the organism, of course, the higher the frequency). I have known folks who have cured themselves of lyme, Hep C, cancer, etc. with such devices. (See Barry Lynes book: "The cancer cure that worked: 50 years of Suppression."
Maybe grandma wasn't using quack devices after all. lol
I have to go read up on this. Thx again for sharing! 
unless it was the best. So yes indeed!
Utterly vile. White bread with a little bit of butter and sugar, and lots warm milk poured over it. My grandmother used to give it to my mom when she was a kid and not feeling well. She thought it was wonderful, and used to make me eat it when I was sick.
The disgusting soggy texture used to make me gag and feel worse, but she made me eat it anyway because she had liked it. I couldn’t understand why it wasn’t OK for me NOT to like something she liked. Why did my opinion not matter?
physically painful, I literally cringed.😉
Kidding. That stuff'l kill ya.
But really, try making meatless salads instead.
I still have iodine in my medicine cabinet. It still stings, like it used to.
and I can't blame it on these parlous times.
Meatless salad. I get it now. Good one.
When I was a kid, my aunt told me no one should tell me a joke on Wednesday because I'd disturb the church congregation with my laughter when I "got it" on Sunday.
I gag at the thought of that smell. After a dose of that awful pink crap he’d make milk toast for us to eat....
She read oil of clove in a natural remedy book.
We didn't actually have any cloves in the house. 
I have dandy crescent scars on the tip of each.
I did it the first time in my teens using a slicer my Mom had... Then, a decade later, She bought me one!
I think I used it once with the tip-ical (sic) result. (I almost passed out after that slice 
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If anyone wants a retro slicer, I have a like new one. Still in the box. Cheap! 
