So when I wrote yesterday's post about scabby knees and Merthiolate I knew I'd written a post before about the use of it but until a commenter asked me if Merthiolate and Mercurichrome where the same thing, I had not thought of that. Of course, we used both at one time or another. I looked them up and it turns out that they were indeed different from each other but both had mercury in them and so are no longer used. The reason we kids preferred Merthiolate was that it was water-based instead of the alcohol base used for Iodine and Mercurichrome and of course, applying anything with alcohol in it to a fresh wound is bound to hurt like hell.
Did your mama blow on your cuts and scrapes after she burned the fire out of you with that application? I became the designated wound-treater in my neighborhood and blowing on boo-boos was definitely part of my treatment plan.
Anyway. If you want to read the post I wrote four years ago that included Mercurichrome in it, you can go HERE where you will discover that my emotional intelligence quotient has not improved in the least since then.
I went to Publix today as my grocery list was getting quite long. I know, I KNOW, I just went shopping. Well, that's how it goes. Right before I left the house Mr. Moon called me. He was in town as he'd gone to the gym and had other errands to run and he wanted to know if I'd like to join him at Chow Time which I would have loved doing but I'd already eaten some leftovers and was full.
Darn.
When I was at the store, I saw that Frank's wing sauce was BOGO and, being the sweet wife that I am, thought to myself that it had been a long time since I'd made chicken wings for my fella and he loves chicken wings and so I bought wings and the hot sauce but guess what he ate a lot of at Chow Time?
Yeah. Chicken wings.
Isn't this how it always goes?
So I put them in the freezer and I'll make them another time.
Here's another picture of Maurice. I took it right after I took the one at the top. I'd said, "Kitty!" to get her to look at me.
And sharp little fangs.
Maurice simply looks like a marmalade cat in the sunshine ... no slicing or dicing!
ReplyDeleteDon't let her fool you. A little while later on the back porch she got pissed off at me and threatened to take off my hand.
DeleteGod, that stuff burned! And remember moving little balls of mercury around on our wooden desks at school! You remember? Oh no, you are probably too young. That cat trusts you a lot if she shows your her belly, right? I don't like cleaning house at all but I don't want anyone else in my house messing around with my shit!
ReplyDeleteNo. We did not do the rolling of mercury on our desks. I'm sure if they'd had any we would have. We barely had books.
DeleteAs Boud says below, cats are not the same as dogs when they show their bellies. I would be scared to death to try and rub that tummy, knowing that all of her claws and teeth are in position to attack.
I'm at the point where I don't care who messes around with my shit if they clean the house.
That belly! It demands to be rubbed. The teeth and claws, however, say no. She is a stunning cat.
ReplyDeleteHow do you cook your chicken wings? I bake mine but they never seem to turn out quite right.
I air fry my chicken wings and it works BEAUTIFULLY! I mean, I don't really know much about them because I don't eat them for the most part but Glen says the air fried ones are great.
DeleteThe only reason cleaning got done was two daughters to help. When they were gone, I sold the house and moved into a house with my sister and her husband and my mother. Mom like to clean. I think. It got done.
ReplyDeleteOh, man. I never asked my daughters or my son to do much cleaning. I know that Glen's sister told me that every Saturday she and their sister were expected to clean the whole house from baseboards up.
DeleteWhen a cat rolls on her back it is not a friendly gesture, unlike that of a dog. It's a demonstration of all five weapons at once -- teeth and claws. Seriously, when a cat does this, proceed with caution. I've handled hundreds of cats in my pet care years, and used to routinely caution owners and especially their kids, not to play with a cat doing this. It's a fast way to being clawed, bitten or both. There's a reason a cat does this, not a game. Just sayin.
ReplyDeleteLady, I do not doubt you. Trying to rub that soft belly is absolutely the quickest way to be grabbed by twenty claws and as many teeth as Maurice has. I am well-trained by her.
DeleteAbout cleaning. I have a lovely family comes once a month and cleans my house. I couldn't really do it now. It's an expense but worth it.
ReplyDeleteMy rationalization for NOT hiring anyone is that my house is so big and rambley and old and...well. Hard to clean. I do realize that that is a good reason TO hire someone. I just have not. I truly need to.
DeleteOne of my neighbors whose health has broken down, came over to ask about my cleaners. I was encouraging her to get them, take it off her mind. But she said but I can't have them come in till I've cleaned and decluttered! I suggested she have then come and decide together!
DeleteI was always envious of the kids who had mecruochrome in their homes. I didn't know it had mecury in it. I also remember playing with mercury, rolling it around in our hands.
ReplyDeleteI don't like cleaning but I hate a dirty house even more. Sigh.
Remember when Bactine got really popular? That stuff was great because it did not sting.
DeleteI think I have dust-blindness. Is that possible?
Maurice is your guardian angel, following you around making sure you are safe. Mmmm, chicken wings. I don't remember what kids used on knee scrapes here, I would see them coming to school with something brownish staining their knees or elbows. I used to love cleaning, then I got a computer....
ReplyDeleteSounds like your friends had been treated with one of the holy trinity of Iodine, Mercurichrome, or Merthiolate.
DeleteI have never loved cleaning. Never.
I remember now it was Betadine. Dust-blindness is a real thing. I have it too.
DeleteI used to clean when I was feelilng depressed. The idea was that it was not going to make me feel worse and when I finally felt better at least I would have a clean house.
ReplyDeleteI went through a period of my life where I realize now I was dreadfully unhappy but boy, did I have a clean house. I would do one room or area a day. I had a very strict routine and I stuck to it and I cleaned everything. I know there were a lot of subconscious motivations there and a main one was anger.
DeleteBest time for me to clean is when I am aggravated. When I am aggravated, I get things done in a hurry, and I am a lot more ruthless about throwing stuff away. I feel as if I've been doing nothing but cleaning lately. Cleaning a rental, cleaning a front porch, cleaning camp out to get it ready to open back up for the summer. And you know what??? Yesterday, I was looking around for my rags and they were not at my house, and I thought, I surely could use some of Mary Moon's rags.
ReplyDeleteOh, honey. I should send you some!
DeleteHope all of your "boo boos" are getting better real soon and you stay ouch-free for awhile, Mary Moon! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ellen!
DeleteCat has been following me and the dog when we go outside and she hangs with me while I do whatever I'm doing like looking for stink bugs on the tomatoes and the dog makes her rounds and then when I head in calling dog and cat they both come running and we all three go back in.
ReplyDeleteI saw a post (serendipity!) that same day you wrote about Merthiolate that was reminiscing about health care when we were kids. you could basically have lopped off a limb and your mother would just douse the bloody stump in Mercurochrome and then send you back out to play.
So you have a cat who likes to observe you like Maurice does me! Jack shows no interest in following me anywhere except to the kitchen if he thinks food will be involved.
DeleteThat's so funny about that other post with Merthiolate in it. That is basically true about lopping off a limb, having one of those evil poisons poured over the stump and being sent back outside. Probably a bandaid may have been applied too.
Weirdly, I love cleaning. Maybe this is a glass-half-full, glass-half-empty thing. Like, I see mostly what's been cleaned, where you see mostly what's still to be cleaned? Hmmmm...
ReplyDeleteTHANK YOU for explaining the difference between merthiolate (and not methiolate as I spelled it before) and mercurochrome! I just remember that they looked similar. I wonder how much mercury we absorbed into our bodies using THAT stuff? Oh well, at least we weren't dosing with arsenic like the Victorians did.
Dang, Steve. Too bad we're not housemates. I could cook for you and you could clean for me. Oh wait. Dave already cooks for you.
DeleteSigh.
You're right about the arsenic. I just wish we still dosed with belladonna. I could get into that, I think.
I’m like Steve , I love it too
ReplyDeleteAnd I know you love to cook, too. Damn. Obviously you're not going to be my cleaning housemate either.
DeleteMy comment about cats seems to have gone away! I didn't delete it, so blogger must have taken offense.
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