Give Nature a hand. Go to bed,laddie, and sweat it out. Alternatively, Rum and Worcestershire sauce. No, you don`t drink it, you look at it and try to imagine how ill you will feel if you drink it.
Actually, Brian, I was reading 'a Ride To Khiva' by Fred Burnaby, written circa 1880. He was a great traveller--Africa,Russia, and his travel pack always included Cockle`s Pills. He dispensed them wherever he went. Cured everything from spear attack, through fever to a sprained ankle. If they survive today, they might be the ant`s pants for your ague.