after sleeping for 24 hours

Last night, my cousin came home to find me in my usual position--at the kitchen table, in front of my computer.
He asked, "What are you doing?"
Usually, I say, "Working." Last night, I said, "Looking up in-network doctors."
"You're still sick?"
"Yeah, I think so."
He placed his hand on my shoulder. "How do you feel?"
(Instantly) "I think I'm dying."
(Pause) "I'm not sure how to respond to that."

I generally respond with, "What flowers would you like?"
A wreath of red roses, please.