I caught a virus last week and was ill from wednesday to saturday, I had awful flu like symptoms but still got on with life. Went to work, helped with our son etc. Since Friday I have had a tight chest and have struggled to breath but DH caught the virus saturday and has declared himself bedridden on sunday so I had no choice but to do everything no matter how shit I feel. I am much better but not quite over it, I still have a tight chest, appetite and am a little shaky but life goes on, for me at least.
DH however has been bedridden for two days constantly complaining that he is ill. I mean constantly! It is the only thing he has said to me for 2 days and I am fed up of it. He may well be feeling very ill but how is staying in bed in 22 degree heat, under a winter duvet going to help? He has had no medicine and laughed when suggested he sit outside or on the couch for a bit to see if he feels better.
He got out of bed out of sheer boredom last night and spent a couple of hours on the sofa. Surprisingly he felt a little better so I have dragged him downstairs again this morning.
So far all he has said is "I am so ill" "I cannot tell you how ill I am". I personally cannot wait to get to work so I don't have to listen to him!
I understand he is ill but have no sympathy for him at all. He didn't give a stuff when I was ill and and is laying it on so thick that instead of feeling sorry for him I am just fed up of him.
Am I being a cow?
He is like this every single time he gets ill and it gets so boring! If he complained a little less I would probably care a little more but right now I really don't. :(