I once read a story in the letters page of New Scientist about how, during National Service, if you came down with a cold you were guaranteed to have a pretty miserable time because nobody gave a shit if you were ill and you still had to get up at 5am and do push-ups in the rain. This was not a satisfactory state of affairs, so the unofficial National Service way of dealing with a cold was to go to bed when the cold set in, but borrow everybody else's greatcoats and put them on top of yourself while you slept. The idea was that the increase in your body heat would facilitate the body's destruction of the virus, so you'd have a terrible, sweaty night, but the cold wouldn't last as long.
The guy that wrote the letter swore blind that it worked, but everybody who writes to any letters page anywhere about anything also says the same thing.
I once read a story in the letters page of New Scientist about how, during National Service, if you came down with a cold you were guaranteed to have a pretty miserable time because nobody gave a shit if you were ill and you still had to get up at 5am and do push-ups in the rain. This was not a satisfactory state of affairs, so the unofficial National Service way of dealing with a cold was to go to bed when the cold set in, but borrow everybody else's greatcoats and put them on top of yourself while you slept. The idea was that the increase in your body heat would facilitate the body's destruction of the virus, so you'd have a terrible, sweaty night, but the cold wouldn't last as long.
The guy that wrote the letter swore blind that it worked, but everybody who writes to any letters page anywhere about anything also says the same thing.