I'll give you the story - it's a similar story every time.
I got really ill (flu symptoms) - pain, stupidly high temperature, horrendous cough, earache... when I was up in the night with the horrendous fever, all I got was a snappy comment.
The next day I get up and I just get on with the kids and sorting the house (despite still being ill and needing painkillers to keep functioning and keep temperature down). He was out most of the day with work/seeing friends. I feel as though it's never realised how ill I am when I'm struggling.
Fast forward to 3am this morning, guess who's ill- and he makes sure everyone knows about it. The noises and retching and moaning... he managed to wake me up (who was still suffering so bad with a temperature) plus ill DC. No listening when he's told to be quiet - I've never seen anyone handle being sick so badly (every time).
Get up at 7am only to find he's vomited down himself and left the clothes out in the middle of the floor. Can't be woken to move them himself (I'm emetophobic too).
I just feel like it's so frustrating. There's a running joke that he 'steals my thunder' when I'm ill but I don't even find it funny when it comes down to it, just infuriating. So now I'm functioning off barely any sleep while still being really ill, got to get up and sort DC (who both got barely any sleep too) and try and psych myself up to move his vomit clothes as I'm sure he won't be up until post-lunchtime now.