Dressing gown of doom is on

[reallyworriedjobhunter]

He has been made unwell by a takeaway that he ate late last night and is concerned that I am not checking on him often enough. He has limped all the way downstairs to tell me this.

Or me. I've had just about enough today. Well enough to eat the meal but not to able to carry his plate to the dishwasher.

Not terminal so far!

Yeah I remember that one 🤮 I chew spaghetti a lot these days just in case 😅

But I'm honestly no longer a spaghetti fan after that tbh

Do not, I repeat, do not get your dc to send him a link to an article on Oscar the cat who predicted 100 deaths. Oh go on then… 😂

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oscar_(therapy_cat)

There's some posts which I'd really rather not have read as I was tucking into my dinner (yes, it's SB)

I've got my DGOD on here too and I'm in awe of his cast iron stomach (and his brazen gallusness) at being able to eat spaghetti Bolognese tbh. I'm 48hrs post a hideous covid-induced d and v session and thee is no way I could. I'm only just thinking about branching out from dry toast and water to plain boiled rice. And as for leaving the dishes to you that's appalling!

Are your DC too old to be persuaded to keep him company? Perhaps with a reading book or two.

They probably just never caught Oscar napping on the residents heads.

Can you strap a piece of plain bread on DCat and send the offering up?

Fucking HOWLING!!! 😂😂😂

I reckon they would like to watch some Preston with a victim who can't really move away too easily.

I see your spaghetti down the nose (admittedly grim), and will raise you throat-lacerating bits of apple peel.

(I had hg and am a connoisseur of the best and worst foods to vomit).

Oh dear, poor love! Has the shuffling started? I had the invisible DGOD today! (Yes, it's a thing I've discovered!) We decided to have a little ride out today and call and eat fish and chips outside for lunch.
I sat, taking my time, savouring the food, DH on the other hand, shovelled it down like a JCB stuck on high speed. He then went red in the face and stated "Here we go" whilst hiccuping and trying to burp.
At this point, while still enjoying my food, I was trying to remember who had the house/car keys and wondering who I could rope in to get the 6 bags of blue slate out of the boot when I got home.
Then the dramatic "table clutch" commenced, along with the "fist banging to the sternum" and the "trying to burp".
I looked up 😐 and said it might be an idea to stand up, as he was constricting his diaphragm. He said he didn't think he was doing that, then pointed to his lower stomach (below navel) and said his diaphragm was "there". 🙄
This horrific condition was apparently caused by "the chips". And the fact he didn't have a "nice mug of tea" to wash the offending chips down.
I said we'd have a nice mug of tea when we got home, if he could actually make it that far. He said he'd try his best. But didn't feel "quite right".
The entire 20 minute journey home was then spent in a one way discussion re chipgate. When I did try to interject and point out that I'd never seen anyone eat as fast as Usain Bolt could run, he looked incredulous that I would dare to suggest his eating habits caused his distress and not his delicate constitution.
Upon our return, I reminded him about the bags of slate in the boot and came in to pop the kettle on.
He did manage to drink his tea and wipe out a pack of Jaffa cakes. So it's quite clear he had a lucky escape there. 🙄

Ok I've just had noro and if he can eat spag bol HE IS NOT ILL. The most selfless thing I have ever done was make spag bol for my kids at the weekend while dry heaving and the very thought of it passing my lips/nostrils. The oldest asked me to describe what was in the bowl and I nearly died.

Love this 😆

Tell him he’ll stay that way if the wind changes direction.

Regarding the worst things to vomit in pregnancy, I will add that orange juice is the worst. I will not hear anything else.

OP did you know about the DGOD prior to marriage? This would be a deal breaker for me. Regardless, sending well wishes to your DH and I hope he makes it through this awful time.

He's got a cat judging looking after him that's more than he deserves enough!

Self inflicted. He chose to skip a cooked meal and instead ate shit. (Probably literally) And he’s not so ill that he can’t wander downstairs to tell the OP off for not checking on him enough. He can 🖕🏻

Algorithms keep advertising this t shirt to me- it's hilarious. He definitely needs this as a reward for being brave when he's better

Had a proper chuckle at that, appreciating what I assumed to be sarcasm. But your final sentence spoiled it for me. Even more so for you, I imagine

Oh OP, I’ve had this all bloody weekend😡 4 days off, so lots of little jobs planned that we were going to do together….
It started on Thursday night when he came home….

The quivery voice, forced coughing, asking for the thermometer, could only manage “just a small tea he would try and force down”.

Friday morning, he was “weak and really cold” so spent most of the day on sofa, wearing the damn dressing gown of doom. On Saturday, he cut his Dads hedge (!) Sunday spent tinkering with his wagon, and Monday was a rest day as he was back to work today!

I have got more done on my own today, than we managed together all weekend

He’s back to full health today…😡😡😡

Poor Lamb
Go and take his temperature and when he opens his mouth and pokes his tongue forward say "Oooh no , you've misunderstood.. This is a Rectal Thermometer......."

Oh my god. So good. You made me spit my nice mug of tea out!!!

I especially love “hear we go”

Yay I love a DGOD thread!

😁