My great-grandma Winnie's birthday today. I have a little story that I thought I'd posted before but looking back it appears that I left it out--maybe I just couldn't find it and I'm repeating myself, but it's probably a good life strategy to get over the fear of repeating oneself.
Grandma Winnie had some very practical remedies for upset or "sour stomach" as she put it, which I did not always appreciate. One night some 23 or so years ago I was staying at the Ranch, as Grandma & Grandpa's home was called (because it was, in fact, a ranch). My tummy hurt. Grandma informed me that I needed to drink baking soda dissolved in a glass of water and I'd be fixed right up. I didn't like the idea. Furthermore I was certain that no way in hell would I drink baking soda. I believed that I might possibly barf if I drank it and I have always been very barfing-averse. I refused to take her advice and just stewed with my stomach acid for awhile.
So a few months ago when I had been taking all that vitamin-C loaded Airborne to fend off germs, and was awake in the middle of the night with "Flaming" as opposed to merely "Sour" stomach, and had ransacked the condo looking for Tums but couldn't find any, I thought, What Would Winnie Do? Sure enough, right on the box of baking soda in the cupboard were the instructions for mixing up a not exactly tasty antacid beverage. I drank it, didn't barf, and almost instantly felt much better. I also purchased more Tums the next day.