Okay people, for the, perhaps 2 of you still out there reading this, I am soliciting cold cures of the “my-grandma-always-said” variety.
I’m currently suffering from a summer cold. In case you’ve never had the opportunity to distinguish, summer colds suck worse than winter colds. In part this is because the weather is generally nicer and being down with a cold is more annoying in general. Also, I’ve found that colds in the summer tend to be more stubborn, lingering beasts. I’ve no real idea why, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the warm temperatures are just a little too conducive to icky things growing.
This particular instance started with the kind of sore throat that can only be attributed to post nasal drip. Raw. Burning. Annoying as ever living shit. I hoped (in vain) it might just be some sort of allergy flair up. I main-lined hot tea, thinking I could just flush it out.
By 2 the following morning I awakened to the familiar ache of fever. Shit. I spent most of that day battling the temperature factor, but hey, the sore throat tapered off and aside from some minor sneezing and stuffy nose-age, I thought maybe I could clear this out quickly.
Even the day after the fever I thought maybe I’d luck out and limit this to some nose-blowing.
Then we hit day 4, I realized that I was not to be spared the chest congestion. Fuck. I HATE this part. The heavy, congested feeling where you can’t breath right and you know there’s shit in your lungs and coughing is going to happen one way or another.
We are now on day 5. I’ve had some luck with sage/thyme tea working as an expectorant to loosen the shit, but not nearly enough. I’ve had whiskey hot toddies, mint tea, green tea, jasmine tea, various and sundry other blends of tea (I spend a lot of time peeing). I reek of Vick’s Vapo-rub because I literally have it from head to the bottoms of my feet. I’ve taken baths with mint/eucalyptis bubble bath. I was even willing to just take medicine, but wouldn’t you know? The only cough medicine left in the house is an expectorant/suppressant. No. If I’m going to loosen it up, I wanna cough it out–I haven’t had the kind of spasmodic coughing that really requires suppressant help.
So, gentle readers, as long as I’m feeling experimental here, hit me with your best old wives tale, whacky recipe, sure fire cure….assuming I have the ingredients in stock (I can’t get out of the house right now because A) the stupid fucking neighbors have turned the street into a war zone of exploding objects making auto travel dangerous and B) the whiskey hot toddy was consumed a little too recently).
Talk back, people.