He is currently opening some boxes of anime figures that arrived late for his birthday, and though he is sticking his nose in the boxes and inhaling, he is not even enjoying the vinyl smell we love so much. bummer.
He's not a crabby patient, but he sits about with a mournful expression that makes me annoy him constantly asking if there's anything I can do, and occasionally makes small noises when he has to move. He can't take nyquil, so I can't just knock him unconscious. He is making do with lemon and ginger tea in a glass from work made from a beaker, and pretending that it's helping (I think that's to keep me from helping any more.)
And to make things worse, neither of our rental places sent the right anime - yeah, we do have a ton of other titles, but we're right in the middle of Patlabor and You're Under Arrest and he was hopefully poking the mailbox earlier, but to no avail. He wants the anime equivalent of a blankie. We watched the live action Cromartie movie, and although we laughed ourselves sick, I can tell it's just not what he wants.