Hope you're feeling better soon Rae! I hate having needles in the back of my hand, but when I had to be sedated for some dental surgery I was fine so long as I couldn't see it!
DH came back and I had an absolute hormonal rage / cry, but it was therapeutic and helpful in the end.
He's genuinely hardly ever poorly, hangovers aside I think I've seen him ill twice in 7 years. He said he's struggling with the way my symptoms come and go so quickly sometimes, it's not that he thinks I'm exaggerating / faking, because he's seen me throw up enough, but he doesn't know how to make me feel better which is frustrating him and he just can't empathise with it. I said that I didn't really understand what was happening either, and that I felt like he thought I was weak or annoying. Cue more crying.
We were both still pissed off for a bit, trying to sort lunch out around each other, then almost comically I started having a pity cry because my grapes smell like peanuts, he tried to cook an omelette and the smell made me throw up again. But rather than just letting me get on with it he came and sat awkwardly rubbing my back. Then we had an actual grown up talk where we both apologised and he's promised to be more patient and less eye rolly.
Seriously though, my grapes absolutely stink of peanuts!! I've had about 6 slices of toast and marmite because it's the only thing that tastes normal!