I’m sorry, @canidmajor. What a way to ruin a trip. On one of my very few trips to NYC, I was at the most humid stage of an oncoming cold the night we went to the Met to see Madama Butterfly. I’m afraid that what I remember most about that performance is running out of tissues.
Over time I’ve gone through just about every brand and variety of so-called cold remedy there is. Most lately I use a flavor of Mucinex. It’s harder than it used to be to pick one out because they’ve all become so complicated—especially by adding acetaminophen. I am very careful about how much of that stuff I take, and having it included in another formula makes it difficult.
Anyway, I do this:
• Load up on my cold remedy of choice, sometimes taking a booster dose if there’s no result from the first, although never exceeding the 24-hour max (and I do write down what I take and when because a cold utterly drowns my brains).
• Drink lots of water. Also tea, herb tea, and yes, orange juice, which I believe in even without evidence, as an article of faith, because I am a vitamin C-ist.
• Be ready with cough meds and take the strongest thing I can get OTC if I feel the thing go into my chest, while watching out for that wicked gratuitous acetaminophen.
• Use Vicks to help clear sinuses. Use Vaseline and/or Chapstick to help keep nose and lip areas from getting sore.
• Eat lightly, but eat. Scrambled eggs and toast, for instance. With orange juice.
• Sleep.
• Steam. A big pot on the stove that I don’t allow to run dry. My husband also has a small humidifier in his room.
I go through all this because I have very susceptible lungs, left over from a bad bout with pneumonia as a 2-year-old and whooping cough at 14. If I can’t get the cold symptoms reined in fast enough, I may be coughing and gasping asthmatically for months. And a simple cold could kill my husband. So I take them very seriously.
If it turns into a sinus infection, I don’t fool around. I get antibiotics from my doctor. I know they don’t help with a virus, but they do help with the secondary stuff.
Oh, one more thing:
• Periodically I hunker down on the sofa with a book or a favorite movie and accept sympathy for the sorry, miserable sight that I am. I have a cozy blanket, a whole box of Kleenex beside, me and a paper trash bag. Sympathy in modest but genuine doses always helps.