I’m doing my usual thing when I have a nasty cold; lots of fluids, rest (when I can – and I actually took a rare sick day @ work today), and eating lots of onions.
Yep. It’s part of the least appealing part of my anti-cold regimen.
I eat lots of onions for dinner – cheese and onion enchiladas, tonight, in this case – and pound a liter or two of water before bedtime, with a NyQuil chaser. Then I curl up in sweats with a few extra blankets and a two-liter water bottle by my side, and try to sweat out the evening as hard as I can.
Doctors have spent the past 25 years poo-poohing the notion that this regimen works. All I know is, it does; I can think of one cold in the past 20 years that it hasn’t cured, or nearly cured, overnight.
At any rate – I’ll be in full fighting fettle for Saturday night’s MOB party! Or at least, fitter fettle than I was for the winter 2005 party, where I had bronchitis so bad I could barely get up from the table in the back and fill my customary role, circulating hyperactively about the place.
Anyway – where are those sweatpants?