We went to dinner last night, and that's when it started. The hiccups.
He was plugged up already from a cold and probably swallowed a lot air while enjoying sushi at our favorite haunt. He hiccupped home and we checked a medical book and online to wade through the thousands of homeopathic solutions. Turns out it's like baseball: everybody has an opinion but the only way to know for sure is to try it firsthand.
During the night, plugged up and breathing through his mouth, and hiccupping, he was his own human guinea pig. A teaspoon of sugar seemed to be a temporary fix but for a diabetic that's an even draw. Thinking Zicam might unstuff him, so he could breathe and gulp less air, which in turn would get rid of the hiccups, he took that, and sneezed so many times in a row he pulled a muscle below his left shoulderblade.
:)
God love 'em, he's still really funny and patient as I'm trying different remedies, like startling him, having him drink water upside down, hot tea of course, using pressure points on his forehead and reluctantly more teaspoons of sugar. I've made chicken soup because that fixes everything.
He's resting comfortably at present, happily distracted by a movie, as he hiccups away, wedged in the sofa with kleenex box in hand, a heating pad on his shoulderblade and a cup of hot tea with lemon and honey. Since I have no plans to blog about a visit to the ER, I'm heading back online to find a cure.
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