I’ve read on here about the dressing gown of doom that many men put on when poorly, but in my house I’m the pathetic one when unwell.
Ive succumbed to the lurgy that’s been flying round my school. I’m not ill, just full of cold with a headache and intermittent temperature. But I’m feeling so sorry for myself and have moaned for the last 4 days. My health anxiety is raging that it’ll turn into pneumonia and I’ve just splashed 30 quid on a jar of manuka honey in the vain hope that it will help.
Dh on the other hand would hardly even notice if he had these symptoms. He’d carry on completely as normal. Last time he had a cold, the only acknowledgment he gave it was to sing that he was in ‘Bogey Wonderland’ (to the tune of Boogie Wonderland) and gave the gym a miss for a couple of days.
I really wish I could give myself a good shake and change my attitude. I’m such a wet blanket. Anyone else as pathetic as me??