Yesterday I suffered from 6 or 7 rounds of hiccups. Each time it began anew someone would offer their advice for curing my ailment. I’m not sure if you have noticed this, but when people give advice for curing hiccups they are instantly transported back into time, roughly around the year 1249, when draining someone of their blood was a way to “cure” them from fainting.
It was fun to watch some of my fellow graduate students turn into something between a late-night infomercial guru and a medieval witch doctor. So here are some of my favorite suggestions…
Put sugar on the roof of your mouth.
Bend over and drink water upside-down.
Pick up something really heavy.
Get slapped in the face… but only if it’s a surprise. (a la Dwight Schrute from last week’s episode of the Office)
and my favorite…
Drink 8 oz of freshly squeezed baby Dragon tears and then slap an Icelandic witch (it’s very important that she be Icelandic) on her bum.
Each one of these was followed by, “I SWEAR IT WORKS!”