We have a couple we're friendly with down here, Jerry and Jo. They're also retired from the real estate wars in Silicon Valley, and we manage to get together with them around once a week for lunch. They both grew up in rural Iowa where they met, and he is one of 12 kids. These are real salt-of-the-earth people, and they are probably our dearest friends. They're about 10 years older than we are, and are married about 60 years.
It's inevitable that when you get 4 people together and they range in age from 67 to just about 80, the conversation will eventually turn to the aches and pains associated with advancing years.A few weeks ago I was grousing about my achy knees, and Jo said she had something she rubs on her joints that really helps. She can only get it when they travel north to visit their kids, but she would make it a point to pick me up some.
Today we had lunch with them (CPK), and they had just returned from NorCal. She presented we with a bag, and it had a bottle in it. I didn't look at it till I got home, and it turned out to be a bottle of horse liniment. She swears by it, and uses it frequently and copiously. I am amazed I never noticed the smell, because when I opened the bottle and took a whiff, there was no way I was putting any of that on me.
Wow!! That stuff is really powerful!!
I suspect I'll try some eventually. She did go to some trouble to get it for me, and however bad it might be, it would be inconsiderate not to give it a go.