Whatever associations you have with winter -- snowmen, hot cocoa, cozy fireplace -- you can't finish your list without adding "the common cold". Tis the season to be jolly but tis also the season to sneeze your blithering brains out and cough like you're rehearsing the final tragic consumption scene from "Camille".
Tis also the time to dust off that rhetorical question "if they can put a man on the moon why can't they find a cure for the common cold?"
Having just emerged from the throes of the above mentioned affliction, I would like to know why indeed can't they discover such a cure? Imagine the kudos that researcher would receive. Nominations for a Nobel Prize, a Pulitzer, Queen of the May -- whatever's available just to show our gratitude. Anyone who's ever had a cold -- you know who you are -- would jump on the accolades bandwagon. Statues erected. Holidays assigned. Elementary schools named. Deli sandwiches added to menus.
Exaggeration you say. I think not. Remember the last time you had a cold. Now tell me if you wouldn't have liquidated your entire portfolio of tech stocks in exchange for a pill guaranteed to unclog your sinuses.
A cold isn't life threatening and it's usually history in three to seven days, but those days are a glimpse into Dante's hellish circles. I fought my recent bout with the Four Ts -- tissues, tea, toast and tomato soup. Yes, I know chicken soup is the universal cure-all, but I happen to prefer tomato -- it's great for dunking the toast.
I'm feeling much better now, thanks for asking. Using hand sanitizer religiously. Taking my vitamins. Waiting for this year's exotic flu strain to hit.
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