It's got to the point where I'm struggling to remember what he's like when he's fit and well.
When we met last year he was full of life and energy, always laughing and smiling and wanting to go out and do things. He would occasionally whinge about illness/something he was worrying about but he was happier than he was down iyswim? Well it's totally gone the other way and he's bringing me down but I don't want to be selfish about it all, I'm a nurse ffs.
Latest one - 2 weeks ago he developed a few spots on his belly. He totally over-reacted, said he was "riddled" with infection, stood in the kitchen saying "for fucks sake, what is wrong with me?" I tried to be sympathetic/supportive but IMO he was making a huge mountain out of a molehill. One night he said "I know you think I'm a hypochondriac but you don't understand, you don't have a serious illness like I do" 
He went backwards and forwards to doctors who kept telling him it was a virus and would clear up. Eventually he accepted that - but then a few more spots appeared on his neck and he went absolutely mad, decided it was leaukaemia, laid out saying he had no energy, went into a bit of a depression over it, took time off work - one night he was screaming in his sleep - I woke him up and he was in a cold sweat and asked me to take him to A&E. I thought "shit, there really is something wrong with him" so I took him - waited in there until 4am - doctor said same thing, virus which will clear up, nothing to worry about.
He took the next day off work and went back to his GP - again was told virus, nothing to worry about.
So he seemed to come around, went back to work yesterday - almost seemed normal but came home in the evening in a bit of a strop, it almost seemed like he wanted an argument but was passing it off as him being tired.
He ate his tea and then it got to about 8pm and he went right down hill again, said he felt sick and his stomach was hurting - eventually went to bed at 9pm. He was then up all night with sickness and diarrhea and has taken today off work. He's currently in bed.
It's one thing after another. I know he can't help being ill but I can't help thinking that 80% of his illnesses are psychological (not the D&V obviously but the whole 'virus' fiasco).
I've had pain all down my left side for two weeks. In my chest, breast, down my arm and neck etc. I've been really worried about it. If ever I mention it, he barely responds. This morning it was so painful I made an appointment for the doctor - when I told him I was going to doctors he just said "ok" - didn't even ask me why.
We used to go out every friday night, we haven't been out since before Christmas. We were supposed to be going out tonight but again we've had to cancel. We haven't had sex for over two weeks.
He said to me the other night during a depressive state "I sometimes think you should just dump me and I'll go and get better on my own". It sometimes comes across that he'd rather be alone with his illnesses - I asked if he wanted to split up, he said no that's the last thing he wants ...
We're going on holiday in 6 weeks, a holiday which has cost us over £5k and I'm terrified it's all going to go tits up because of his illnesses/moods.
I'm being unreasonable arnt I? I don't mean to be so selfish sounding but it's CONSTANT.