Maybe i´m not really that pissed that i´m still coughing my lungs up.
I´ve been sick before.
Sooner or later germs tend to get the hell away, deciding i´m to icky for them.
Maybe the answer from Eir and other Gods would give me sense of order.
Order in the universe and a sense of control.
A mere cough would be a shitty thing to complain about.
My human tribe being greatly diminished perhaps the Divine and Ancestral part of the tribe is what keeps me together, makes me belong.
Gives me a place.