Sounds like a proper PITA. LTB?
As a nurse for 35 years, I detested people being sick in MY off-duty in MY house, it was the ultimate affront. I sometimes worried that should my lovely wonderful OH get a serious/terminal disease I’d be awful and horrible to him, but actually since retiring a few years ago, I don’t think I’d mind it so much now.
He slipped a few vertebral discs over the years and because it always cost us at least £10K in lost earnings every time it happened, I’d look at him with his “poor me” face and just want to smother him with a pillow.
My sister’s also a nurse (as was our equally unsympathetic mother), and when her drunk husband fell down the stairs and needed to be taken to the A&E that she worked in, he faffed around complaining that he couldn’t bend his neck enough to get in the car, so she gave his head a savage shove, which did the trick nicely.
When they got to hospital, an x-ray showed he’d actually broken his neck when he fell down the stairs…
I suppose the moral of my post is don’t marry a nurse in the belief we’ll look after you beautifully when you’re ill. We’re not all angels.