I'm don't really put much stock in supernatural healing or folk remedies. Not in the ones I learn about in my history lessons at least. Instead, I put my faith in my family's healing powers, passed down through the years through a cool palm pressed to a forehead or an extra day off for another nap on the sofa. There's nothing otherworldly about our cures for the common cold, but they feel magical to me. They are tried and true ways of healing my aching and ill body, and they work every time.
In this house, we swear by napping all day, drinking umpteen mugs of hot lemon and honey, and having something cheerful to brighten you up in the corner of the house. This time round it was Oh Comely and daffodils; it's been other books and films and bouquets at other times. Oh Comely's a good choice for colds though -- not only is it filled with beautiful things to read, but it has a really lovely smell to the paper and printing. It's a good measure of how much you're improving as how to whether you can detect it or not.
So there it is, my healing trifecta. It's not quite a tried-and-tested medical process, but it works for me anyway.