The surest way to recover from sickness is to work on your blackmail.
Big V succumbed to the plague which meant I could finally take advantage of that whole blackmail plan I've been busy devising in my spare time. Me: What the hell are you wearing? V: I had to go ref that tournament today ... I puked twice in the locker room between games. Me: What the hell are you wearing? V: My head feels like it's going to explode; my body feels like someone ran over it with a truck. Me: What the hell are you wearing? V: I keep getting light headed and dizzy; I think I'm dying. Me: What the hell are you wearing? V: I'm so cold. I can't believe how cold I am. Me: What the hell are you wearing? V: But I knew I had to ref and I didn't have any long sleeved white shirts, so I grabbed this one from your closet - I was so cold - and I asked if I could wear it while I reffed the games and they let me. Me: Wait... so you wore my maternity turtleneck over your official ref uniform all day long while you reffed a basketba...