As I understand, they gave him “ordinary” antibiotics, not the type which is actually effective. Years of use gave him some pretty nasty health issues.
The trick to using Lysol as a contraceptive by the female is to apply it heavily to her wrists, neck, and behind her ears. If the male’s penis still emerges, then simply repeatedly spray it at the male’s face.
It’s all in the application, folks.
After a major depression episode that had me hospitalized for a week in my 30’s, my parents told me that I only needed a vacation and that I should just pull myself up by my bootstraps. Ahh - gotta love the old bootstrap theory. Worked so well for Hemmingway.
What on Earth are “ordinary” antibiotics? There are a wide range of different antibiotics that are prescribed for acne – I went through about five or six different antibiotics over the several decades I took them for acne. Tetracycline isn’t even the most-prescribed for acne, anymore. Worst health issue I had was that I couldn’t donate blood.
More medical advice from mom:
I got chemical pneumonia at work the year after I got out of college, while still living at home. Despite being on death’s door, my mother was convinced that I’d die if (1) I laid down, or (2) I didn’t get up and move around.
Therefore, I had to sit upright for six days; if I fell asleep in a comfortable, reclining positing, she’d shake me awake. And she’d also shake me awake every few hours to go walk the dog.
I usually managed to creep just out of sight of the house before collapsing for a half-hour, with my very puzzled doggie sitting alongside me, rather bored with the limited sniffing opportunities within leash-range.
In later years, I’m still susceptible to pneumonia (not from more chemical exposure, fortunately). So now mom insists that I’m sick all the time because I don’t get enough zinc. Mmm-hmm, yeah.
Do you suppose that means that your SO’s mother was peeing in, or rubbing her vaginal secretions in, his father’s beverages?
I’m sorry-- I really don’t know the names of them. All I know is that our doctor was horrified at his medical records and said that his stomach troubles and other issues are likely a result of getting the wrong kind of treatment.
(His childhood doctor had his license removed eventually.)
My grandmother excoriated me for putting my then-infant son on formula. Not because breastmilk is better, but because “all that fat is bad for his heart”. Her proposed alternative wasn’t soy formula, but regular soy milk like Silk.
I had to explain to her that he needed the fat for nervous-system development, and that soy milk is loaded with added sugars and flavorings that are not really recommended for babies.
Robin
Ffffft. I demand that my GF prepare eau d’culottes for me. Beats the hell out of mayonnaise.
I’ve known several people who immediately blame even the mildest case of food poisoning on the restaurant they ate at that day. They never stop to consider that it could have been something they or a friend or relative prepared earlier, even a day or two before. It’s always the restaurant’s fault.
Sorry, I forgot to phrase that as a statement. “You got the runs because you ate that chicken salad at Joe’s Sit-n-Eat.”
:dubious: Dorthy Parker might be surprised to hear that.
And as a woman with a fat ass who occasionally wears glasses, I assure you that neither statement is true, anyway. 
My mom always gave me the “Men don’t like women who are smarter than them.” lecture. My dad, bless his heart, always said “So what? You should hold out for someone as smart as you are, anyway.”
Well, a lot of “pearls” were passed on to me (orally and anally) by Uncle Todd. I’d say that was wrong! 
My last girlfriend was definitely smarter than I am. I find it sexy.
One of my mother’s favorites: “Put on a sweater before you catch a cold!” Even in the 80’s, towards the end of her life, when we knew better, she’d continue to tell me to put on a sweater before I caught a cold!
She also told me, many times, that marrying for love is not a good idea. I never did work up the courage to tell her, “no, mom, marrying foolish is a bad idea!”
I meant “marrying foolishly”. That’s what I get for trying to post while talking to my hubby.
“If you put it on your plate, you have to finish eating it.” And was it any wonder we all have weight problems? Except, of course, for my two thin children…you know, the “wasteful ones” who threw food away?
“Anyone who is outside after 11pm is up to no good”. This one is generally directed at my adult son, even if he is just sitting in the backyard, looking at the stars and getting cooled off because she won’t turn the air conditioning on. Or if she turns the air on, she won’t turn it down below 80’. Doesn’t matter that it’s over 95’ on the second level of the house…she’s sitting right over the vent in the kitchen (and yes, I have closed it) and she’s cold. Then, if the temperature dips a bit at night (even if it will be back up over 90’ the next day) she’ll turn the air off…without telling us…so that we are upstairs, windows all shut, thinking the air is on…until we realize we are sweating to death in the middle of the night.
My mom doesn’t so much have Pearls of Wisdom as strongly held beliefs that resist facts, or new information…unless she happens to read it in the paper. Then she’ll change her mind. I won’t even start on the artificial vanilla versus pure vanilla debate. She has flat-out told me that she doesn’t care how many chefs or cooks or cookbooks say to use pure vanilla: she clipped out an article in 1968 where a lady from Hough Bakery said they used artificial vanilla in their baked goods, and if it was good enough for them, well, then… it’s cheaper, too, and Lord knows that’s all that matters. Do I need to mention that Hough Bakery is no longer in business? No connection between cheap, artificial ingredients and the business going under…
OMG, my mom, too! But with my mom, not just “the papers”, but the freakin’ tabloids! She read about the travails of Whitley Streiber in one of the tabloids, and believed in alien abduction ever after! :dubious:
Fortunately my mother has never read a tabloid in her life. She’s much too interested in politics and the like…not the least bit interested in anything celebrity related. But if Dick Feagler from the Cleveland Plain Dealer says it, it must be the truth…or the guy on the Akron radio station…his word holds more weight with her than the Word.
“Never go to bed angry.” I have heard that one so many times, and if you are getting married it is the standard cliche to write in a card or book. There have been so many times when the fighting is just prolonged because everyone is just exhausted or had a long day.
I say, just go to sleep, if you are still angry in the morning talk about it later. At least then you will have had some sleep! In what way does not sleeping make everyone happier? My husband and I often go to bed angry and wake up fine. Not every argument can be resolved immediately, and some stupid arguments don’t need resolution other than dropping it.