Achooo!
Getting a cold is simply bad luck. It's a natural disaster to you, but to others it's just a little sniffle. You may feel like you're about to die, as your throat doesn't let you talk, the cough gets in the way of thinking, your nose feels like it's been anesthetized, and you really don't care what you eat because everything tastes the same. You may be eating the best brandade morue ever prepared, but it tastes like a cheap sandwich from the vending machine. Sleeping has become something only lucky, healthy people can indulge in. All night you awake from bad, repetitive dreams that only make you feel worse. You resolve to dream about something else and think of something that makes you feel good. No dice. The bad dream comes back like a bad penny.
And, of course, the advice. From my husband, "Mix honey and lemon juice and drink it as hot as you can." The only way I'll eat honey is baked in a cake and I'll drink the lemon juice in lemonade - cold. My mother-in-law, "Put plenty of oregano in water and boil it. Then drink the infusion as hot as you can. It'll clear your chest." I prefer my oregano on pizza. Then there's the typical hot milk and brandy a lot of people will tell you to drink at bedtime. The alcohol is supposed to kill the bad viruses in your throat. It may kill some, but there's plenty more where they came from. I prefer to go for the pharmaceuticals. At least for the debilitating cough.
And even though you're feeling like you've been dumped in a quarry and workers have been breaking stones on your back, you still have to continue with your daily life because you don't have a fever. So, after sleeping a couple of complete hours and about six trying to run from a galloping walrus, you have to face the day at your normal hour and do your normal routine, because, of course, everyone depends on you. It's simply a mere little cold, nothing to get upset about. It'll go away in a couple of days. It's just sniffles and a little cough that gives you an interesting voice. No big deal. To those who aren't suffering the cold, of course.
And, of course, the advice. From my husband, "Mix honey and lemon juice and drink it as hot as you can." The only way I'll eat honey is baked in a cake and I'll drink the lemon juice in lemonade - cold. My mother-in-law, "Put plenty of oregano in water and boil it. Then drink the infusion as hot as you can. It'll clear your chest." I prefer my oregano on pizza. Then there's the typical hot milk and brandy a lot of people will tell you to drink at bedtime. The alcohol is supposed to kill the bad viruses in your throat. It may kill some, but there's plenty more where they came from. I prefer to go for the pharmaceuticals. At least for the debilitating cough.
And even though you're feeling like you've been dumped in a quarry and workers have been breaking stones on your back, you still have to continue with your daily life because you don't have a fever. So, after sleeping a couple of complete hours and about six trying to run from a galloping walrus, you have to face the day at your normal hour and do your normal routine, because, of course, everyone depends on you. It's simply a mere little cold, nothing to get upset about. It'll go away in a couple of days. It's just sniffles and a little cough that gives you an interesting voice. No big deal. To those who aren't suffering the cold, of course.
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