This has become a point of tension, as apparently I am horrible and unsympathetic. DH has had a cold for two sodding weeks. He has been going to bed at 8.30 nightly. He drags himself around miserably all day. He is also the world's most dramatic cougher and most ostentatious nose blower. It definitely isn't flu, just a cold - am I really being awful to feel like he's got to be dragging this out now? No one is really at death's door with a cold for two actual weeks, right?!