I’m Just Sipping on Chamomile

Depression is no laughing matter and here is a slide show about the things one should say and not say a loved one who suffers from this disorder.

#10 on the “what not to say” list caught my eye,

Have you tried chamomile tea?

It caught my eye because:

1.  Of the sheer inanity of the suggestion

2.  Chamomile tea, in my small corner of Mexicaness, was touted as the the cure-all for a varied list of ailments.

Paralyzing stomachaches, debilitating headaches, searing chest pains all were said to succumb to the analgesic powers of the brew made from Matricaria recutita.

I can personally attest to its ability to scare away a good stomachache.

This reminds me of Chris Rock’s description of the health plan available to his family growing up:

That’s right. When l was a kid, we didn’t have no insurance. We didn’t have a damn thing.
You had to be damn near dead to see the doctor.

You had to be way past Robitussin.

That’s all we had when l was a kid: Robitussin.

No matter what you got, Robitussin better handle it.

”Daddy, l got asthma.”
-”Robitussin.”

”l got cancer.”
-”Robitussin.”

l broke my leg, Daddy poured Robitussin on it. ”Yeah, boy, let that ‘tussin get in there. Yeah, boy, let that ‘tussin get on down to the bone. The ‘tussin ought to straighten out the bone. lt’s good.”

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