DH had sore throat yesterday ,did an LFT which was negative. About 5.30am I woke to him moaning, saying oh no and oh dear repeatedly. Eventually I ask what is wrong, and rather sarcastically, did he need an ambulance. He replied he was not sure, but he had a temperature and sore throat. He then decides to go downstairs for a lemsip, but I suggest paracetamol may be stronger. He gets downstairs, a couple of coughs and some more oh dears and I find him lying on the floor, saying he can't get up. I ask does he need an ambulance, as I cant get him up ( I would not have called one but try to point out the drama). He says he is not sure but he is unable to get paracetamol, so could I, which I do then go back to bed. 5 minutes later, he is up, doing washing up, making a cup of tea and saying he probably won't work today as he is not feeling too good. He then goes out in the rain in his pyjamas to put the bins out, which will not be collected for 24 hours. He is now reading in bed. He is never ill except coughs and colds. He has never been seriously ill. I worry how he will cope when seriously ill, plus how I will manage. I worry if he is really unwell, I will ignore it because I think he is overdramatic. How will he manage with old age? I feel really cold hearted, but if he was less dramatic, I could be more sympathetic. Sorry for the rant, just wanted to off load!