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- Antwort in : /JUNK
- Absender : warner@wsunix.wsu.edu (Michael Warner)
- Betreff : ABOI: What the hell's in Tiger Balm?
- Datum : Di 22.10.96, 06:01 (erhalten: 27.10.96)
- Groesse : 3225 Bytes
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- Newsgroups: alt.folklore.science
- Date: Sat, 19 Oct 96 12:21:00 GMT
- From: James Follett <james@marage.demon.co.uk>
- Subject: What the hell's in Tiger Balm?
- My first experience of this evil, allegedly Chinese, remedy
- goes back to when my dear wife, whose name escapes me for the
- moment, was suffering severe back pains. One night, when she
- couldn't sleep, I suggested that she try some Super Tiger Balm
- that we had bought in a Hong Kong quack medicine shop. Full
- strength stuff with such a pungent, pervading odour that it was
- necessary to keep the tin inside another tin.
- I rubbed some of this wicked concoction on her back. My God,
- did it stink the bedroom out. Eventually we went to sleep. I
- woke about an hour later and went for a pee. I returned to bed
- and a few minutes later became aware of an intense burning
- sensation.I tried to ignore it but it got steadily worse. I went
- into the bathroom and tried washing the offending part but that
- only seemed to spread the stuff around.
- By now I was in agony. I swear that everything was
- actually glowing in the dark. I decided that complete immersion
- of injured area in warm water was the only cure. The question
- was how. Being a resourceful bloke, I filled the washbasin to
- the brim and, with one knee on edge of bath and hanging onto
- the basin's mixertap for stability, I managed to lower
- burning tackle into the warm water. Bliss! It was while I was
- perched thus that I slipped and added further injuries to the
- already heat-damaged tissue. I managed to re-establish
- blissful immersion but the noise woke my dear wife who entered
- the bathroom. Being a woman and imbued with more than her fair
- share of women's curiousity, she demanded to know what I was
- doing and why was I doing it without her. I explained my
- misadventure with the tiger balm whereupon she seemed to be
- seized by a sudden asthma attack that led to her rolling around
- on the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks.
- `Vinegar!' she declared and disappeared downstairs leaving
- me wondering if I was the owner of 50ps worth of French fries
- straight out of the fryer. Well it certainly felt like it. By
- the time she returned I was convinced I was on the brink of a
- Three Mile Island meltdown, but her careful pouring of vinegar
- stopped the fuel rod going critical. The trouble was that the
- agony returned whenever she stopped pouring. A quick rummage in a
- drawer produced an old bowtie which she soaked in the vinegar
- and tied in place, with a rather neat bow. Peace returned to
- our household.
- So what the hell is in Tiger Balm? Come to think of it, what
- the devil is in vinegar?
- Jim
- PS: Of course, I swore my wife to secrecy but somehow the story
- got out even though there were no other witnesses apart from
- the cats, Dylan and Thomas, who were threatened with dropping
- from a tall building with a barometer tied to them if they blabbed.
- Since then the story of my wearing of a bowtie has become a standing
- joke -- if you'll pardon the expression.
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