I was a sickly child. I couldn't drink cow's milk as a baby and so it was goat's milk for me instead (At that time it was unfashionable to breast feed). I had all kinds of allergies and according to my Mother, if I walked within ten feet of a fig tree I would break out in hives. When I was two or three I contracted the whooping cough and became very ill. It was before there was a vaccine for the whooping cough and my only memory is coughing so hard I could barely breathe. I went into pneaumonia when the whooping cough ended, and because antibiotics were not readily available (they were a fairly new invention), a mustard plaster was placed upon my chest. I really don't remember the mustard plaster, but from what I've learned since then, a paste was made out of mustard seeds, flour and water and then held in place on the victims chest (me) with a tightly wrapped cloth. The mustard plaster worked--I survived!