I have a cold.
Compared to many I’ve had in the past this one is very mild. Yet, why is it colds have the ability to reduce us to rubble? Turn grown men into whining babies. Turn whining babies into…even whinier babies. Such an incredibly tiny thing turns our worlds inside out for a week, or more. Of course, it doesn’t matter what we do, you’re still going to be miserable for at least a week.
We have all kinds of concoctions you can buy to lessen the symptoms, but of course with that comes a myriad of side effects. So you can be miserable and not breath, or be miserable and breathing and dried out and wonky feeling on top of that. I have always preferred not to take any over the counter medicines. I’ve found my cold is shorter and is less likely to come back anytime soon. I’ve always been a fan of the more natural approach: vaporizers, neti pot, lots and lots of tea with honey, echinacea and goldenseal, a huge pot of homemade chicken soup, lots of rest, and when the throat is really sore and sleep eludes me, the hot toddie. I’m sure as soon as my mother reads this, she will tell you about her bottle of blackberry brandy that is for medicinal purposes only. No really, it is.
The hiccup I’ve run into over the past few years in this plan is the rest part. With two toddlers in the house, rest is hard to come by. This gets even harder when the kids are sick as well. You would think they would also want to rest. I’ve seen Finnigan ripping around with a 102 temp. How do they do that? When I have a fever I don’t want to move, even the sheets feel uncomfortable! Where is the nanny service that will come and tend your sick children so you can rest? Today, that nanny service is a huge pile of pillows and blankets on the living room floor and Netflix Watch Instantly. There will be children rolling and playing in it and somewhere underneath I will be huddled with my tissue box.