Step One: Wake up sick with a nasty cold and (very important) no appetite.
Step Two: Go to a concert (more about that later) with said cold and scream and holler despite your throat burning.
Step Three: Return home from aforementioned concert and proceed to cough so hard and so violently that you throw up not once, not even twice or thrice, but four times.
Step Four: Remain sick for two more days.
Step Five: Regain appetite approximately five minutes after having your two remaining wisdom teeth extracted (in a manner that has caused significant more pain the the preceding tooth extractions if you feel that info is important).
Step Six: Whine bitterly. And loudly. To anyone who will listen.
My poor husband.