You took time off from work to go home early. You were scared and excited. Not so long ago, your husband Jimmy called you and he sounded terrible. His voice was weak and hoarse, he was coughing. Something has happened. You finally ran into the apartment. Jimmy was lying on the couch, sweaty and pale, wheezing and moaning painfully. You took his thermometer and saw that he had a temperature...37.5! He must be mocking. He was overly dramatic, given that the temperature is low.

I'm dying, honey...