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I've been sicker than a coolant-lapping hound the past week with the flu, and one of the nagging symptoms of this wicked ailment has been a scratchy throat. I've tried a few over-the-counter medicines to help soothe and quiet my irritating cough, but none have yet worked.
As someone who has to lecture for hours on end, my voice is one of the few parts of me that needs to properly function in order to teach my students. So it was with a touch of desperation that I asked the pharmacist for advice, and he recommended Buckley's cough suppressant.
Now, I have seen the Buckley's commercials, and they always play up the fact that the medicine does not have a pleasant taste. I've consumed my share of foul-tasting medicines over the years, but I was wholly unprepared for the utter repugnance of this concoction.
As I typed this post, I took a small swig of this loathsome product to refresh my memory. I will next try to capture via the written word the experience of taking a teaspoon full of this swill:
A salty-sweet-hot taste sensation blended with a minty camphor, plus hints of Castor oil, oregano, and old sweat socks.
In a word: blecch!
Yet, the medicine most definitely quiets a nagging dry cough, and soothes a person's irritated throat. One hint: as much as you will want to chase down this appalling liquid with a glass of water, Buckley's works better if you tough it out for a few minutes. The bonus with a putrid product like this is a person would never have to worry about addiction and drug rehab, since even a hard-core junky would not want to repeatedly quaff this medicine.