Vix and its tricks

Spending my day Laying in bed, Thinking of thoughts Inside my head. Coughing and sneezing As I twist and turn, Rubbing on vix I feel its burn. As its vapor Allows me to breath, My nose yells out I am relieved. With my window open On a warm spring day, The clear air flows through Pushing the germs away. Not much does happen When one is sick, But to get well soon Really quick.