AND I CAN'T STAND IT MUCH LONGER.
He is walking around the house sighing every ten seconds, looking like he can barely drag his limbs along, not to mention the pathetic coughing whenever the poor dear can manage it.
He has not shut up about how breathless he is, mournfully reporting that he had to rest at the top of the stairs after walking up them.
I think it's the sighing and muttered "Oh God," that's getting to me. Fine, you're ill, off you pop to bed - STOP DRAPING YOUR ILLNESS AROUND THE HOUSE.
It's been three days now. Three days of asking me to check whether he feels hot, making pointed remarks about "how hot it is" in the house " knowing meanwhile that it's perfectly fine. This is designed to make sure that I know he must have a fever.
Any tips on how not to kill him?