Down but not out

I do have a cold. I cannot breathe or sleep. 
My brain is so wrapped up in mucus that I am worried it will leak out of my ears. The musus i mean not my brain.
My voice is rough and I can feel that lovely cough coming up to keep me company this week-end.

But... I had a good talk with my father this morning. I am working. I am saving. I am plotting my way into teaching and I am holding on to my healtier habits. I had a couple of whiny days earlier in the week but I did not do anything idiotic.

To those of you who had the misfortune to talk to me during my last bout of pneumonia. I am not allucinating or delirious. Yet. 
Persuade me to call my father if I do start to sound more delirious than usual?