My dad was an amateur boxer in his youth, and one day when I was horribly ill with some bug, he made me a concoction of raw eggs, tomato juice, Worcestershire sauce - God only know what was in it, but it was apparently something that boxers in his day used for strength.
It was obnoxious; but he was my Daddy, and trying to help me. So I gulped it down.
R.I.P, Daddy, and God Bless you in Heaven!
That’s a hangover cure, I think...
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prairie_oyster_%28cocktail%29
Let’s call it a cure-all in honor of your dad.