Yesterday I woke up to find a muscle in my back had spasmed. It's really painful and makes my torso look wonky. It happened once before and I have a history of back problems/surgery. Last time this happened I was prescribed cocodamol, diazepam & diclofenac. I had some of the tablets left so took them and spent most of yesterday resting.
By the evening I was still very uncomfortable and DH offered me a massage. He then mentioned that he'd made the bedroom nice and was doing his come hither eyes 
I told him that I had no sense of humour about this, that I'd spent the whole day in pain and I didn't want to have sex when I could barely move. I don't think he understood just how rubbish I was feeling. He kept saying that maybe a massage might help and I said yes, maybe it would but I couldn't trust him not to want sex as part of the package.
I just felt like he thought I wasn't in as much pain as I was saying or that it didn't matter as much as his desire for a good time.
AIBU or is he?