I have not evaded my husband's cold.

And thus I've had Ogden Nash's "Song for a Temperature of A Hundred and One" going through my head all day, even though it isn't strictly apropos.

THEN, hey for the grippe, for the goodly la grippe!
In dogs it's distemper, in chickens it's pip;
But the lords of creation insist at the least
On the germ that distinguishes man from the beast.

More appropriate would be "Winter Complaint," which I rediscovered while looking for "Song for a Temperature of A Hundred and One":
( which goes like this )

And the emphatic trimeter reminds me of my favorite J. R. R. Tolkien poem (not favorite for any reason except the beautiful concatenation of sound and rhythm), "Errantry," which is an equally emphatic tetrameter:
( There was a merry passenger )

And at least poetry is more fun to think about than the state of my upper respiratory system.