It's a Miracle

Ladies and gentlemen, after enduring four days of a cold, I have found the miracle cure. Believe it or not, it's chocolate. Yes, chocolate. I'm not sure if it's the sugar rush or the cacao or what, but ever since the early afternoon when I started breaking off pieces of a chocolate moose we had sitting around near the office kitchen (yes, that kind of moose), I have felt significantly better.

I started with just a shaving from the ear. And then I went back and had a little chunk. Later, I was slicing into the nose. This was good chocolate. And it certainly did the trick.

In previous years when I've had a cold, I've credited my miracle (eventually) speedy recovery to all manner of sweets — cake, for example. So in all seriousness, I think it may just be that my body was in some form of withdrawl and needed a taste of what it's used to. Is that crazy? I mean, I know for a fact that my body was rundown and that's largely to blame for why I had the cold to begin with. And in the past few days, I haven't been eating much of anything. So even though I did have a runny, stuffy nose and a cough and aches, etc., my body was out of sorts in other ways. Now granted, I don't think that if I went on a diet and stopped eating cake and candy, that my body wouldn't be able to handle it. On the other hand, I'm sure that if I did some digging around medical web sites, I could find something to back up my claim.

I've asked multiple people — pharmacists at CVS, friends, my mother — and everyone always has a different answer for what to take for a cold. In the past week, I've tried Sudafed, Cold-EEZE, Nyquil, and plenty of orange juice. While I was starting to feel a little bit better this morning, none of those things had the effect on me that the chocolate has had. No kidding.

Granted, I am still coughing intermittently, and I don't feel perfect, but my breathing seems to have returned to normal and I'm hoping that after a good night's sleep tonight (God willing), I should be raring to go tomorrow. Woo hoo!