It’s another chapter in It Came From The Snot Locker. Howie and I are both sniffling, sneezing, coughing messes. Like my friend Dea, I especially try to find reasons to laugh when I’m feeling sick. It just helps, somehow.
So, today I started out by looking up a few of Mary Roach’s columns at Readers Digest website. Mrs. Roach, if you don’t recall is the author of one of my all-time favorite books, Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers (and believe me, she’s one of the few authors who could tackle such subject matter with the masterful balance of dry humor and respect for the dead). she is also a former columnist from Salon.com.
In one “My Planet” column for Reader’s Digest, she ruminates about cold remedies. This piece really tickled me, considering the sorry state of our heads and chests the last couple weeks. Here’s an excerpt, followed by a link to the rest of the column. Enjoy!
I’m not a fan of what the drug companies call “cocktail” remedies: a single pill that treats nasal congestion, cough, headache, fever, sore throat, loose shingles, rising interest rates, pushy salesmen, cracked O-rings, and a dozen other things you don’t actually have. Especially puzzling is the combination of a cough suppressant and expectorant. Why would you seek to “loosen chest congestion,” readying it for travel, and at the same time shut down the launching mechanism?
Read the rest of Mary Roach’s Congested and Confused.