Dressing Gown Of Doom...

[HelloBunny]

To be sick of sick DH?

Bedroom smells of stale sweat.
Sink is full of phlegm...
The cough is Oscar-worthy!

He’s up now. Meanwhile sick me has been up since 6am with sick baby.

The slow blinks!!! What IS that! My h also in doom mode and back to bed.

Sink is full of phlegm...

FFS has he not heard of tissues or does the sink not have a tap. Illness is no excuse for such lazy disgusting behaviour. I'd seriously lose my shit over that.

Mine does not live with me (thank god) nor does he have a dressing gown but fuck me pink the moaning he can do on text every day about how ill he is would be olympic gold medal standards. I have had a full run down every morning about his symptoms and how bad he feels and delightful little updates during the day just in case I think he is fine to function as a human. The fact he is not only able to go out and collect takeaways and wine and eat and drink both to his hearts content while going down the route of death is fairly impressive.

I on the other hand have managed to be ill this week, cook dinners for the kids, walk the dogs, clean the house and work my arse off all while listening to how my poor almost 50 year old DP is DYING from a cold.

Put in your dressing gown and go to bed, leave the baby with him.

It’s like they all have the same “how to act really sick” guide book.

I’m an ex nurse. I’ve never seen genuinely sick people act the way some of these twats do. I don’t know where they get the act from.

My partner has made a career out of being ill. His daughter is just the same. They enjoy talking about it. They send each other texts discussing the ins and outs of their conditions.
I am perfectly healthy. I feel like a fraud.
I bought him another dressing gown so I can take the filthy minging one and fumigate it. I am not joking here when I say I wouldn't let the dog sleep on the one he is currently sporting

The Alpen air though.....I ditched a dressing gown of doom a year ago it's been bliss. The words 'I've got something about me....' sent me into an instant rage.

@lynthesearesexpeople snap- every word. Unfortunately my dh's dressing gown of doom met with an 'accident' last year and so I cut it up for painting rags 😜

My husband isn’t too bad when he’s ill, but instead of the dressing gown of doom we have the fucking Lucozade. Anyone would think that it’s a magic elixir. The slightest sniffle and he’s straight out to the shops.

The other week he asked me to get him some and I was like “WHY?” He looked and sounded fine. Like a lot of men he scream-sneezes so I would have noticed him sneezing. I’m still not entirely convinced it wasn’t a ruse to sit and watch the early stages of the World Cup in peace.

Oh dear, I haven't laughed so much for ages. I've been there, sooooo many times. It's pitiful, isn't it? I'm a very compassionate and empathic person, but you can only test my patience so many times before something gives. I'm not an angry person, so my response to the Dressing Gown of Doom has evolved into humour. I seriously have to stop myself from laughing out loud, but some of my thoughts and fantasies are hilarious 😂
Thank you for your wonderful account.

Glad this has been revived. We are currently entering hay fever season and I swear to god if she shoutsneezes one more time - just to show me he's got hay fever - and wakes the kids up with his stomping around and sniffling and coughing I may have to build him a shed in the garden to live in.

I KNOW YOUVE GOT HAYFEVER - stop with the bloody dramatics and deal with it like a human being.