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“I am Here!I am Here!” Brings me to the early days of raising my sons, when Whoville was their favorite place. We are Here, was one of the shouts my boys gave each other. Well, I have to use it now. I have come back from Fluville, and have a tale to tell.

I am one of those mothers, who is allergic to antibiotics and other drugs used for the destruction of bacteria. Lucky me. So….when the flu hit me, I was a goner. Elevated temps, aches and pains in places I thought I had misplaced, years ago. My commode and I developed a really close relationship, but most of all, I reconnected with  Juice therapy. I juced everything that didn’t move. Ugh!

Since there are very few medicines that I am able to consume, when I am sick, I turn to the OLD WAYS, of feeling better. Hot showers, for the congestion. Hot Tea with lemon, for the sore throat. Vaporub, for a more restful sleep. Hot packs for the aches and pains. I think you’ve got the idea. I was sick. Oh, boy, was I sick.

My sons asked me, every day, “Ma, have you gone to see the Doc?”  No, I hadn’t seen her, what for? There is no need for me to see the Doctor, she can’t give me anything and to have her tell me that I am sick, is silly. I knew that I was sick.

The thing I wanted to point out here, is that we can get better, by using the skills of our Grandmothers. They knew what to do. Man, am I glad that I listened to my Aunt Ronnie, as I was raising my boys. She taught me everything that I needed to know, here in the 17th century, and most importantly, everything she told me really worked.

Thanks Aunt Ronnie. I don’t know what I would have done without her.  Thanks to her, I feel much better. Remember, Wash your hands, wash your hands, wash your hands.            Stay Well.