I HAD invited my housekeeper who looks after my house in the country to come to London for a holiday. Another servant took her out to show her the sights. They went on the top of a bus to Kew Gardens, but the housekeeper became very sick and ill, her face became colourless, she trembled, and last vomited.
She did not enjoy the beauties of Kew and told me that ever since earliest childhood she had suffered from giddiness, that she cold never enjoy a ride on the roundabouts and swings with which her playmates enjoyed themselves, and that a ride on a bus or in the train was apt to cause violent sickness.
I scolded her for not having told me long ago, and I gave her little box of Cocculus indicus 3x. Cocculus indicus is a seed which is used by poachers who wish to catch fish. If the seeds are thrown into a pond the unfortunate fish can no longer keep their balance.
They are unable to swim properly, and float about in the most extraordinary positions and can be caught with the hand. It is a wonderful remedy for many forms of giddiness and also for sea-sickness, but of course in each case of giddiness and of sea-sickness the various remedies which can be employed have to be considered and weighed against one another before deciding one of them.
I told Miss B.S. to take or three doses of Cocculus indicus at half-hour intervals, and then go for a longer bus ride, and if she felt sick take a few more doses. She had never been to the tower of London. She went on the outside of a bus with fear and trembling, but to her amazement achieved a longer ride feeling happy and bright all the time. Then she went over the tower, came back on the top of the bus and for the first time in her life enjoyed greatly the experience of a bus ride without sickness.