Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband has really been suffering with a cold.  He's tried everything the doctor suggested, and also my ideas, but the cough persists.  I have a deep and abiding impulse to fix things, despite the knowledge that I actually have no magical powers or tricks up my sleeve.  His coughing is keeping him from his chorus rehearsals, which he loves, and may make it difficult or impossible to attend the opera this weekend.  He doesn't have a fever, or bronchitis or a chest cough.  It's a tickle in the back of his throat.  I told him at the beginning of this a week ago that colds take 3 weeks to get over, but he's impatient and exhausted.  He doesn't want to wait that long.  This waiting thing is not something most men can tolerate.  We, as women, wait for puberty, wait for our periods, wait for the baby to be born, wait for nursing to be over, wait for the baby to sleep through the night.  Patience keeps us from useless wailing and whining.  We are better caretakers because of it, and actually, most of us are more faithful friends.  We don't let the bad patches get us down.  We hang in there.  I won't say we'd embrace the cough, but we wouldn't wonder "why me?"  Colds are not pleasant, even when not life threatening.  We are the realists.  Men are the dreamers.