Overwrought hypochondriac feeble whiny deathwatch, day 3

Well, my fever has mostly broken, so I can now leave my sock-stealing bed to lounge instead on the couch while every internal organ in my body tries to escape through my trachea. Honestly, the way this cough is carrying on, I’m wondering if I grew an extra set of lungs for enhanced hacking power. The Better Half, however, has been so kind as to still come within 10 feet of me, and to ask with a sexy leer, “What’s that intoxicating fragrance you’re wearing?” (Altogether now…) “Vicks Vap-O-Rub.”

Fortunately, my life sustaining supplies of cough drops and magazines, herbal tea, tissues, and cookbooks are nearby to comfort me. (The whole clip is long, the “life sustaining supplies” bit is right at the start.)