And this is me sick with bronchitis
Note the differences? There are several. Beginning with the fact that I am upright most of the duration of any illness while my husband is prone for a period before, then during and a period of time after.
Am I bitter? Damn skippy I'm bitter! I was asked once if I needed anything. One single time in 48 hours. What makes it worse is that if I drop dead, they will step up and do what needs to be done. The fact that I am still breathing translates in to some twisted game of mental chicken to see you breaks first to do the simpliest of tasks.
Now that the man baby is sick, with what can only be described as sounding like Derek Zoolander's black lung, I get to sit and watch him suffer. I swear he sounds like Zoolander, "he he he, Pop I think I have the black lung". I hope this doesn't take long.