So it turns out there is a summertime version of the Dressing Gown of Doom

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I was busy finishing up work and cooking dinner and clearly DH needed to let me know he was desperately ill but he couldn't throw on his dressing gown that he saves for these occasions, so I found him dramatically leaning in the kitchen in just his pants and socks with a thermometer hanging out or his mouth

I love him and he's great and usually looks after me mainly (I have a condition that means I feel dreadful a lot of the time) but I still can't get over the dramatic posturing!

I don't know if it's just because i have got used to feeling ill, or because he feels guilty leaning on me when he knows I am not well, but I still can't quite comprehend being so theatrical about it!

We have The Shorts of Sadness here.

I only ever see these scruffy, grey jogger shorts when DH is poorly and it's warm. As soon as they come out I just go out and buy paracetamol and tissues.

The sliders of sickness

Can I throw in the 'absolutely necessary' knee bandage (an old Tubigrip) which mine has been wearing for a week since playing football for the first time in years and now being very unfit . He is convinced he will require an operation on his cartilage and frequently asks me to compare his knees for swelling and colour change 🙄 The coffee table looks like a pharmacy counter; Nurofen, ibuprofen gel, heat patches, freeze patches and a thermometer to check every day in case he also has an infection.

Whenever DH is ill for some reason he talks like hes in Bridgerton.
He is fatigued or incapacitated rather than tired or with a sore foot

I have one of these! When he's trying to win an argument it's not a car it's a vehicle...it's not a letter is a document 😊🤣

mine was the constant hayfever sniffing

Blow. your. fucking. nose.

He didn't want to , in case his nose got sore