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The man cold. It’s real, people. Every time Jason has even the tiniest of signs of getting sick with the cold, I know my days will be drama-filled. He lays in misery, moaning and complaining, asking me to check his temperature for the 10th time. Too weak to move or even talk. He spends his day under a pile of blankets and mounds of tissues - desperately needing attention, and upset that I’m not taking his dire symptoms seriously.