There are only a very few things that are good about a chest cold. The hot toddies of course, with generous splashes of firewater.

The other good thing is the sudden ability to do the gravelly voices of James Earl Jones, Lou Rawls, and Sidney Greenstreet. The best temporary ability is to be able to deliver the growl in Jack Nicholson's famous line from "Five Easy Pieces" when he loses it at the diner and tells the waitress what she can do with her chicken salad, "I want you to hold it between your knees."

Other than that, chest colds suck. I just want to be on the record for that.