Take two of these and call me in the morning.

My grandmother cured everything with Robutussin or Tussin for short. If we sneezed, we got Robitussin. If we coughed, Robitussin. If we fell out of a tree, and broke our arm, we got two spoonfuls, one for pain, the other to set the bone in place.

My mother kept a bottle of erythromycin in the kitchen, on the spice rack. I don’t think the medicine was harmed in any way but on occasion it would taste like we were swallowing a poultry spice ball.

We weren’t trying to play around with any major illnesses. We had a doctor in the family, my uncle Matthews, who diagnosed everything from spider bites to menopause. Black people don’t like to go to doctors or the hospital. Uncle Matthews was the exception, going to him was more like a family visit. Uncle Matthews was so friendly, you never thought anything was seriously wrong with you. 

Nothing a little Robitussin can’t cure.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s