Antechondriac
I’m not one to hang out with the granola eaters, but I just tried the thumb-forefinger massage thing and it seems to help somehow, perhaps in that delightful placebo way.
I decided it was a good time to experiment, because I’m not sick at all, but I just have some sinus pressure from a weather system or something here.
This also exposes the vulnerability of the male psyche to hoodwinks, as I didn’t think the technique would work until I saw the warning to pregnant women about uterine contractions.
This is incidentally also how I selected my soap scum cleaner back in the States.