To feel like I have been left to die in manner of plague victim?

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Forgive the slightly melodramatic title. I arrived back in London on Saturday evening after a spending Christmas with my parents a few hours away. My boyfriend drove me back as he spent Boxing day with my family. Flatmates away until the new year so on my own (normally I love these times!) Friends all with family etc.

I was ill all over Christmas, then went to a walk-in centre Saturday afternoon and got antibiotics for bronchitis. I've had it before.

Since then I have been sick as a dog. Can't leave the house, can't sleep because of coughing, just generally struggling. Dropped my phone in the middle of a coughing fit and buggered up the sim somehow so can't text or call on it.

My boyfriend has been in touch via Internet. But he's off work, lives twenty minutes away, has a car....but says he cannot risk getting ill from me (big annual bike-race meet thing on New Year's Day) is bronchitis even contagious?

Anyway, this morning I saw a package had been dropped through the letter box. It had strepsills in it, ibuprofen and a little box of cough mixture. So he took the trouble to come to my house and post that, but not let me know he was there or come in and make me some soup, a cup of tea??

I may be over sensitive because I'm poorly but....I half expect to find one of those big crosses on my door like they did to let everyone know there were plague victims dying inside....

DH was sick today, I made him soup and tea, then expected him to stay away from me and DD.

He felt better this evening and we hung out in the same room for a bit.

Honestly, when I'm sick I like people leaving me alone. If DH just slipped me some meds and didn't bother me the rest of the day, it'd be bliss. He means well, and I appreciate the effort, but I don't like to be nursed back to health. I like to rest and sleep it off. He on the other hand likes to be cuddled, given soup, sympathy, and be generally taken care of. We're still learning to adjust to each other's preferences. :)

That would be a deal breaker for me!

I don't think he's partner or husband material.

I wouldn't be impressed with this at all.

The boyfriend is being a bit a lot precious, no?

It's just a cough/cold virus albeit a bad one. They're everywhere this time of year, impossible to stay away from everyone who's infected unless you seal yourself in a room.

Thank you AwfulBeryl for the Monty Python clip - v. funny

OP your boyfriend sounds like a bit of a wuz (?correct spelling) or maybe a wimp? I don't think he sounds 'lovely' at all. Selfish little git should be looking after you properly, not posting stuff through the bloody door!

Hope you are feeling better soon

Thanks everyone! I think it is the isolation mainly- I have not seen a soul since Saturday evening. Trifle doesn't do it for me Jenny but I did experience a craving for some melted Camembert last night...

Sparkly I have been 'seriously ill' in the past, yes, (are you one of those people who like the term 'blue lighted?!') but it's not relevant to this thread, the title is tongue-in-cheek, and actually bronchitis is a bit nasty, especially if you are dealing with it completely on your own.

Great clip AwfulBeryl!

That's terrible OP but sorry, it did make me laugh.

Posting melted Camembert through the door would be very messy.

He should be looking after her? Why? So he gets sick as well and they both feel shit?

I think it's nice he went and got some stuff to help with the symptoms. He's not your husband, you don't live together. I wouldn't go round and see someone who was so ill unless they were so bad they were unable to get themselves a drink or some toast.

I probably would have done an m&s shop of lovely microwave meals and fruit and stuff as well for you so you could still eat.

Appreciate you're feeling crap and lonely and sorry for yourself though. Poor thing, it is crap being ill over Xmas period when everyone else is away and having fun.