18 thoughts on “The young’ uns will never know the intense pain and your mother’s sneer.

  1. That stuff was nasty, but it saved you from a whole bunch of other bad things that could happen from a simple contact with dirt, hot top or concrete.

  2. Hell, i thought you were gonna talk about mom picking a wood-sliver out of your foot and whistling. Mercurochrome ain’t nothin’ compared to that.
    Scarecrow

    • Which is why it was never found in my medicine cabinet when my kids were little.  Triple-antibiotic ointment and a bandage are far more humane.

      • It does provide character building… It teaches a lesson, you get injured, the first pain, Mercurochrome and Merthiolate (Thiomersal) provides the second lesson, consequences.

  3. If it doesn’t hurt, it’s not working.
    The mothers in my neighborhood.

    Man I hated that stuff, and tincture of merthiolate.
    They certainly teach you to man up at a very young age.

  4. Bactine and mecurochrome. Along with chewing lead fishing weights, I’m pretty sure the FDA are full of shit.

    • I don’t remember it hurting at all either. Iodine was the one that stung, I’d beg for Mercurochrome..

  5. Don’t know what you folks were getting, but Mercurochrome was always a welcome cure for all for my children. A scratch caused a request for Daddy’s “special medicine”! Methiolate, was a burner!!

  6. Mom’s bag of tricks included merthiomate/mercurichrome, iodine, band aids, BFI powder in the metal can, Vaseline, Vicks vapo-rub, kaopectate, Alka-Seltzer, calamine lotion, and a few others.

    Wasn’t much that she couldn’t cure with the items listed.

    We had an old time country doctor that was a huge proponent of traditional home remedies as a first line of treatment. He made house calls if needed in his Cadillac Ambulance. Most times, it was a visit to the office, where he would treat the entire family in one visit.

    I think he would be mortified to know what the medical profession has become.

    My brother and I made sure that mom was on a first name basis with the local ER staff.

  7. DAMMIT! Security’s been Breached! Methinks Filthie has been oot and aboot!
    I smell Maple Syrup and pipe tobacco! Sapper, untether the Honey-Badgers! Gretchen, get the hell out of here, and summon my Red Shirts! I’ll set the self-destruct to “Annihilate” GoGoGo! MoveMoveMove!

  8. I hated Mercurochrome. I envied my friends whose mothers used Bactine, which also stung like hell, but at least it didn’t leave an ugly orange stain that lasted for days. (And it didn’t give you mercury poisoning, either.)

    When my kids were little, I never used any kind of stinging crap on them when they got a cut or a scrape. Soap and water and a Bandaid worked just fine.

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