This is a cross-post reply on Samae's Live Journal that I felt was so good that I should share it on my own actual blog.
Here is something that I learned from a mutual friend to beat down a cold. Maybe it can better be described as having five days of cold in one day. The secret? Hot wings. I know I know, but bear with me here. Here's the story...
I am home sick as a dang dog when my good, single friend calls. He is in town and wants to go out. Man, I don't think I have it in me but we don't get to hang out nearly enough and that gets me out of bed and into the car.
On this particular adventure, he tells me he's got my solution and drives me to Three Dollar Cafe in the heart of Buckhead. There we proceed to order a 14 inch pizza pie dish absolutely heaping with their hottest wings. He drinks beer and I water (concerned mostly with the pain about to come and not wanting to mix meds and alcohol). Note here that I have no appetite and have not had anything substantial to eat in a couple of days. We get started.

Three wings in and I am already a mess. I am forcing them down amidst flaming lips, tearing eyes and a veritable attack of yuck from my now streaming nostrils. We continue to plow through wings, napkins, and so much water (for me) that the waitress gives in and leaves me a
pitcher. The guy at the table across from us, at first confused by my efforts, is now having a great time watching me suffer. OMG, I am gonna freakin' die...
Somehow, some way, in all the noise and pain and mess we make it to the end of fifty wings. The paper towel roll is empty as is the pitcher. The pizza tin is now a giant pile of bones and refuse, larger than the original meal.
Wait a minute, I can breathe! Not feeling the best but recognizing that something has seriously changed, I do opt for one 7N7 (my drink back then). My friend has mercy on me (as far as I can recall now) and takes me home.
Later that night, well let's just say that I'd sufficiently scalded my insides that I felt another painful burn.

When I left the loving comfort of my own personal bathroom I hit the pillow and slept like the dead. The next day, I awoke as a new person. I still had a minor clogged nasal passage but no throbbing headache or pains from the days before. I took a steaming hot shower and all the yuck left in my nose was freed. By that afternoon I was functional and enjoying a football game on the TV with friends.
So, the above story can be restated as this:
(1) A basket of the hottest hot wings the restaurant prepares.
(2) A large cup and a ice-laden pitcher of water.
(3) A full roll of paper towels.
(4) Skip the drink and go straight home to your bathroom.
(5) Hit the sheets immediately after.
(6) Wake up, steaming hot shower, and get on with your life.