Words that strike terror!

It happened, I knew it would! He tolerated my sickness, he built walls with pillows between us in the bed, he sprayed, he told me that I was sick because I don't eat right, I don't take care of myself, I forget my vitamins, I don't get enough sleep. He told me that he was the picture of health, he exercises, he takes vitamins, he gets enough sleep, he eats right, he takes care of himself. And then... Mark the time... 4:30 AM this morning and the words that struck terror. "WHERE IS THE VICKS ?" OH MY GOSH, NO!!! ANYTHING BUT THAT, PLEASE DON'T LET HIM BE SICK! And he is. He has a cold, despite the healthy food, despite the intense amounts of vitamins, sleep and exercise, he is sick. Well at least it justifies my haphazard approach to my health. So this morning, since I was awake from finding the Vicks, my sewing room was a disaster, it has been that way for awhile and getting worse. I don't mind the chaos, but this was bordering on the hoarder syndrom...