We live in a dangerous world. The potential for disaster is all around us, and typically in the most unlikely places and from the most unlikely sources. Case in point, Vic's Vapor Rub!
I figure that I have cheated death as much as the average guy, if cheating death is such a thing. Over the years I have realized that I will probably not be killed during some overtly dangerous situation. But, never the less I can't let my guard down, 'cause danger is everywhere. Moreover, since my Granddaughter has not arrived yet, I will continue to post some of the "life Lessons" I have learned, in order to help others in my condition to avoid these dangers and to give my Grandchildren insight into our life.
Once when I was younger, not as in yesterday, but when I was much younger I had a chest cold. Or at least I think that was what I had to be honest I do not really remember what my ailment was. Our mind has a wonderful way of blocking certain memories to protect us. During this time I was just learning to be a husband and freshly experiencing the frugality's and desire that my wife had for the wonder cure(s) of the world.
We where in College and lived at that time with my In Laws. Once again, just as I do not like to call my son's wives my daughter in laws, I do not like to call my wife's parents my in laws. They are much more to me than that. My Wife's Father was like a Father to me and her Mother is like a mother to me and I love them both very much. OK, on to the Vic's Vapor Rub.
Our neighbor was a wonderful elderly lady, Mrs. Kittrell. Mrs. Kittrell was a kind and caring woman, who I feel really would never had harmed a fly. Because of my upper respiratory issues, my wife, as is her nature, looked for all the input and advice she could to get me cured. I still do not really know why, chicken soup seems to never be to solution. Chicken Soup never harmed anyone, I think. Anyway, Mrs. Kittrell suggested Vic's Vapor Rub. Vic's had a history of being very affective helping clear sinus issues, and I am sure still does. Well, Mrs. Kittrell suggest that I take Vic's Vapor Rub and, yes rub some on my chest, but also rub it into each nostril. As I write this I am thinking, "what was I thinking!" Well, that is where the trust comes in, trust is a wonderful thing. I trust my wife, her Mother, and Mrs. Kittrell and I know that they would never actively seek to harm me, but passive damage has ruined many a day. So, being the trust worthy young husband that I was, I put Vic's Vapor Rub inside each of my nostrils. Now, like most people I have two nostrils and that is good, cause four nostrils and this would be twice as bad.
Well, first let me tell you. My sinus issues immediately disappeared. So, as my wife would say, "mission accomplished". Now I have not looked at a jar of Vic's Vapor Rub in years, in fact I may not have looked at one since that day. But, at that time, the singular warning in bold letters stated, "Do not place into Nostrils". Now, in my lovely wife's defense, she trusted Mrs. Kittrell just as I did, and we where young so it is not a case of her trying to destroy my ability to smell. Nor, was Mrs. Kittrell attempting to permanently remove any nose hair I had or hoped to grow. Although that would have been a nice reward.
Vic's Vapor Rub is fine product one which I fully endorse, sort of. I spent the rest of the next hour cleaning each nostril. It is all a little fuzzy now. I am not sure if that is because of the time lapse since the event or the before mentioned mental block, but take it from me: "DO NOT PLACE (Vic's Vapor Rub) INTO NOSTRILS".
My Girl's Poppy
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
0 comments:
Post a Comment