Monday, May 30, 2005

Sore Throat

A Sore Throat attacked me as I woke. The scratchy horrid type that crawls like a deadly centipede down your ear and into your painfully swollen throat so that even the purest water sears like caustic acid.

Made my sorry way to Eu Yan Sang for some good ol' herbal medicine. The suspiciously young and spritely girl who served me enthusiastically recommended a packet of herbs which was optimistically named 开音茶. She pointed to what looked like big black seeds and claimed that they were particularly effective in curing sore throats.

Back in the office, under the cold clinical light, I realised that the black seeds were actually cicadas. More precisely, Moulting Cicadas.

Eu Yan Sang happily elaborates:
insects
274. Chantui, Cicada Moulting (Cryptotympana atrata)
Cool. Influences the lung and liver channels. Clears wind-heat, brings out incomplete rashes, clears the eyes and stops spasms. Commonly used to treat loss of voice, sore throat, speedy flush-out of rashes, red swollen eyes, blurry vision and children's fear of night time/darkness and common cold.
Lovely.

And how would the juice of nasty shrieking insects hiding in the wet blackness of haunted trees help cure little Billy boy's fear of the dark?

Well, God did say,"Everything that lives and moves will be food for you." (Genesis 9:3). And the shock did cure my sore throat. Am now cheerfully eating Rotiboy and drinking teh tarik with nary a tickle.

:-)