tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post4915863589121623851..comments2024-03-17T19:02:02.375-04:00Comments on Flash Fiction: I Is For Iodine, One Of Many Tinctures From Hell - A Slightly Fictionalized Memoir #AtoZChallengeLihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08831231531918915804noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-2790730690826572442019-09-28T03:02:51.923-04:002019-09-28T03:02:51.923-04:00play bazaar
For the poison of hatred seated near t...<a href="https://www.lucktest.in/" rel="nofollow">play bazaar</a><br />For the poison of hatred seated near the heart doubles the burden for the one who suffers the disease; he is burdened with his own sorrow, and groans on seeing another's happiness.<br /><br /><br />tya6ihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10390641251474798574noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-22373802861682080842016-04-11T17:03:32.578-04:002016-04-11T17:03:32.578-04:00What is it with the Universal Instruction "Bl...What is it with the Universal Instruction "Blow on it!" ? How did that originate, what's the purpose, and why did every mother tell us to do that? One of the great mysteries of life.<br /><br />Thanks for sharing your childhood woes! :)Lihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08831231531918915804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-15416692581027912512016-04-11T16:56:33.100-04:002016-04-11T16:56:33.100-04:00OMG, I remember the hellish pain of both Merthiola...OMG, I remember the hellish pain of both Merthiolate and Mercurochrome. I can hear my mom now. "Get over her, it's only Mercurochrome ... yes ... yes, yes. I swear. The one that doesn't hurt. I promise." Your writing voice is hilarious and truly unique. You actually took me back to that gosh awful putrid green tiled bathroom with the horrible fluffy curtains. I'm standing over the double sink vanity, the water is running and my mom is jerking me by my uninjured arm toward the sink. My feet are digging into the shag rug, but it slips and I slide toward her. She has me. There's no escape. She pours the reddish/brown liquid pain over my finger, the same finger that she's pinching between her hand (I guess to add more pain). I shriek in pain. She tells me to blow on it. Like an idiot, I blow and the pain intensifies. I sob, blowing snot bubbles from my nose. My older brothers poke their heads into the bathroom and laugh at me for being such a crybaby and tell me I'm too little to hang out with them and I can't go exploring in the bayou tomorrow. Mom hears that and her eyes bulge. She's about to snap the bandaid on my cut, but I duck from underneath her arm and haul butt. Iodine was ten times worse. And yes, kids today are pampered babies. "Oh sweetie are you okay. Come here, let me doctor you up, with some antibiotic ointment, here take this ibuprofen. We wouldn't want you to ever feel an ounce of pain. And now here's your bandaid. "But mom, I want the tie dyed bandaid. No not that one. The one that glows in the dark. So after the kid runs form the room, mom bends over, her back aching and picks up the wrappers from the first five bandaids that the kid didn't approve of. I'm kidding about that last part.<br /><br />Whenever mine complain, I tell them the Merthiolate and Mercurochrome stories and then they get smart and say something like, "Oh please don't launch into another one of your stories about how you had to walk five miles to school and you didn't have money for lunch or shoes. All with an exaggerated eye roll. LOL. Loved this post.Melissa Sugarhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16268333458796847721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-38444794844262694272016-04-11T16:46:13.479-04:002016-04-11T16:46:13.479-04:00Now that I'm an adult and have some money, I c...Now that I'm an adult and have some money, I can afford supervised pursuits and safety equipment (like rock climbing) instead of jumping out of trees and climbing up rain spouting. Lihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08831231531918915804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-65847929393739477332016-04-11T16:42:36.188-04:002016-04-11T16:42:36.188-04:00I still use peroxide. The foaming makes me feel li...I still use peroxide. The foaming makes me feel like it's doing something worthwhile. Like those "scrubbing bubbles" from Dow bathroom cleaner...Lihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08831231531918915804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-34068256117094142512016-04-11T16:40:57.809-04:002016-04-11T16:40:57.809-04:00Thanks Aneeta! :)Thanks Aneeta! :)Lihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08831231531918915804noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-58522539690383841222016-04-11T12:41:00.496-04:002016-04-11T12:41:00.496-04:00I am glad that I did not get hurt much as a child....I am glad that I did not get hurt much as a child. Funny thing is I think I am much more accident prone now, but nothing a little neosporin cant handle! Allysehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03767822789332886866noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-42165609085481614332016-04-11T12:14:23.037-04:002016-04-11T12:14:23.037-04:00I'm fortunate my parents never doctored me wit...I'm fortunate my parents never doctored me with iodine! Peroxide was bad enough.Alex J. Cavanaughhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09770065693345181702noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7005986735966635433.post-13094951028603447882016-04-11T07:00:24.105-04:002016-04-11T07:00:24.105-04:00I agree ... EVIL STUFF this iodine thing.
And you...I agree ... EVIL STUFF this iodine thing.<br /><br />And your writing is so funny: The flaw in that line of reasoning is that I never repeated a single stupid act. There were hundreds of others to choose from.<br /> <br />Aneeta from<br /><a href="http://www.howtotellagreatstory.com" rel="nofollow">How to Tell a Great Story</a><br /><br /><br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812315160561163098noreply@blogger.com