@Kooshbin
DH is 71 years old which, to be fair, is when various bits don’t work as well as they used to. We’ve been married for … (hang on while I get the calculator out) … 42 years. A typical day these days goes like this:
Him: (manly man voice) I’m going to the supermarket. (Obvs the equivalent of hunting down a deer.)
Me: Okay. (Not looking up from my laptop because I’m MNing.)
Him: (pathetic flower voice). I’ve got a bruise.
Me: Okay. (See above.)
Him: (Gives up looking for sympathy and strides off purposefully with his weapon of choice, the car keys.
LOL this made me laugh!!! This is literally how I am with DH now. No. fucking.. Sympathy.
We are both in our mid 50's (together 33 years,) and I have literally had it up to the back teeth of his whiny moaning about his bleedin' health! Up to his late 40's there was very little, and I couldn't even get him to the doctors. (I don't think he went in 15 years!)
Then about 5 years ago, he suddenly started developing ailments, and started whining about his health. It was like he was never without an ailment. As one disappeared, another one would appear..
He said his 'heart hurts.' Then his kidneys ache, then his hip joints creaked, his head was throbbing, he had a pain in his bollock, then his back hurt, then his jaw hurt, then his 'eyes aren't right,' and he swore by the age of 55 he will be blind, then his inner ear felt 'numb.' Oh you fucking name it! He had it. I sat down a year ago, and jotted down every ailment he had whined about in the previous 2 or 3 years, and there were 12 different ones. None proven or verified, despite numerous visits to clinics, doctors, hospitals, ECG units, and specialists, (in addition to loads of tests.)
I got to the point where I was flat out ignoring him, and he got miffed, and would walk around huffing and puffing and grunting and URGHing when he got up from his armchair. He would also sit there (to my left in his armchair,) while we were both watching tv, or I was on my laptop, and I would hear him take a sharp intake of breath and grab his head, or hip, or heart or something!!! I glanced real quick to the side, and he was grimacing with his eyes shut tight, and with all his teeth showing (as he was in such 'agony!') I glanced back to the tv or laptop quick.
I got to the point where I REFUSED to respond. So he would start 'ugging' and rocking back and forth with the 'pain.' Still nothing from me. NOTHING. Sometimes, I left the room because it proper pissed me off. When I came back, he had stopped. Obviously didn't get the sympathy he wanted. Shame.
I did say to him once 'if you'd been a horse, they'd have shot you by now!' And 'what ailment are you going to have this month?' He just looked puzzled and a bit hurt when I said this, said 'I can't help how I am!' and carried on moaning... le sigh
I moan a bit when I am in pain and have an ailment that is making me suffer. But I will only whinge WHEN I AM ILL. He whinges FOR. FUCK. ALL. Oh, and he does 'the weedy voice' too. AND he won't take aspirin or paracetamol, saying (in a pained voice!) 'it's OK, I'll suffer it...' (Cue the shuffle to the bedroom, sniffing - even though he doesn't have a cold!)
Then earlier this year, he had a fall and hurt his shoulder, and had a GENUINE ailment for a couple of months, and OMG did he play on it. It's better now though, but now his heart hurts again and he has booked himself in for an ECG (again!) and his ears are whistling, so he has a catscan at the hospital in 3 weeks. Like the dutiful wife I am, I will go with him to these 2 appointments (like I have been to every scan, blood test, x ray, physio session, etc etc.) But if these 2 tests come up with SOD ALL again! I am done, and won't go to anything else. I am going to tell him to come to me when something serious is diagnosed and proven. Until then, I. DON'T. CARE. I am going to refuse to pander to his hypochondria after these 2 tests.
I won't go into detail, but I am not in the best of health right now and I do NOT have the energy to give a damn about his non-existent shit!
Why do men DO this? WHYYYY? is it pure attention-seeking? I do wonder. It's like when he lost 2 stone last year, all he went on about was how slim his waist is now, how everyone said he looks different, how his belt is 'up to the 7th notch now,' how his old jacket from 10 years ago fits again, how he can breathe better etc etc. I wouldn't mind, but he does this every few years (loses weight,) rants about how amazing he is for doing it and never stops praising himself, and then regains it all. EVERY. TIME. I did used to compliment and support him, but after the 7th time, it got old. Especially if I was trying to lose weight, and he kept over-taking me, and waffling on about how much more he had lost than me! And he would try to sabotage my diet sometimes too, by saying 'you don't need to lose any weight, don't be silly!' 
Another attention-seeking thing he does is when we are out (shopping and doing chores;) , half the time he is either snappy and loud and going on rants, OR he will try and be 'funny.' He will say something 'whimsical,' and then will look around to see if people are looking, and laughing at what he has said. I have literally experienced him saying something he deems to be amusing (when he is next to me,) and he isn't looking at me when he says it; he is looking behind me to see if the woman behind is laughing at his 'hilarious quip!'
I am not kidding! I say 'who are YOU talking to?!' And he is like 'what?' I say 'you are waffling on and looking at someone behind me. Who are you talking to?' 'Ummm,' you of course,' he says sheepishly.
As I say, attention-seeking. They seem to need fuss and attention and praise, like with how they HAVE to tell you they have done a household chore! We do all the housework as a given, but THEY have to make a fucking song and a dance about doing the washing up FOR US! 
OMG that felt so good getting all that out! 