Do you know that I’ve never really understood why they’re called "colds" before now? Had you asked me on Monday, I would have said that the reason was that people believe the disease is caused by being caught in the rain or other cold weather. Then I would have laughed.
I still don’t know the real reason a cold is called a cold, but I now suspect that it’s due to one of the common cold’s symptoms, the chills. I wore my jacket all day, and now I’m wearing my big fluffy robe, which usually gets much too hot to wear. Right now it feels warm and cozy.
I also used to laugh at those who’d have suggested I’d be cured by eating some chicken soup. "Rubbish and folklore!" I would have sneered. "Give me that nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, aching, coughing, stuffy-head, fever so you can rest medicine!"
In fact, the soup has recently been proven to have beneficial effects for cold sufferers, including hydration, vitamins, salt replenishment, fats to soothe a raw throat, some anti-inflammatory agents, and also that lovely fragrant steam. Even those who’ve lost their appetites to the cold can usually manage to put away one cup.
And now, having finished my soup, I shall hereby call it a night— once I’ve taken a solid dose of the nighttime sniffly-snuffly stuff.