Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Feed a Cold and Starve a Fever

Or is it "Starve a cold and feed a fever", I never can remember. I feel lousy and need to know if I can justify eating extra bon bons. This is one of those pieces of advice Mama used to tell me. Did she really know what she was talking about?

According to some research, not so much. Mama never came through with chicken noodle soup either. Now if my brother or I ever had some illness, ailment, or psychological issue she would produce a package of Nabs (cheese crackers). And, as best I remember this was a sure fire fix, well with the exception of the one time I managed to have a Roman candle explode in my hand (long story - short fuse). In that case it took the services of an ER doctor. But I digress.

"Bundle up or you'll catch cold" or as my Aunt Kat would say "Catch your death". I always wondered how I would "catch" something I did not want. And, please dear God explain why anyone would scare the bejesus out of a child by suggesting that death was being cariously thrown around. In any case, according to sources I found, "bundling up" will keep you more comfortable but not protect you from catching a cold.

"Don't go outside with wet hair," - my favorite of all time. My only way to figure this was the cold temperatures could freeze your hair, dropping your core temperature, thereby bringing about the dreaded "cold" - not so according to my sources. 

"You can't go 'round barefoot", once again, "you'll catch cold". Survey says - just a myth. Of course there is always the remote chance of contracting tetanus, ringworm, or worse any affliction which you can get from an animal bite, rusty nail, fungus or just dirt in a small scratch. But, in today's world we have medication and immunizations to take care of these issues.  As an aside to appease my Mama, Daddy had a "rule" that my brother and I could run shoe free outside as soon as the Dogwood trees budded. Neither of us ever worried about shoes in the house. 

So now that I debunked these myths I need to go back to bed with a bottle of cough syrup and a box of Kleenex. Maybe I should send for a package of Nabs, that seemed to solve all my ills when I was six. 

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