This exactly. I must say, for all my whining during this cold, the SO has been a saint, despite being somewhat sick himself. He cooks for me and cleans and makes sure I have a full carafe of water and remembers when I last took the Robitussin so my drug-addled self doesn`t OD. And he moved the tv into the bedroom so I could watch hockey, depriving the rest of the household of it. And he chased me out into the sunroom once I was on the mend so he could strip the bed and detoxify the room and I love him.
 
Went to the library with a sob story and they forgave half my fines! And taught me how to renew online and pay my fees at the kiosk. Handy. But! I made it out! today, so so far so good. Got seriously coughy leaving the library so did not make it to Kmart for OPI. If I can rest now and make it to rehearsal tonight I think I`ll be golden. No actual work done, but I got all the stuff I need to go back to work tomorrow.

Oh, no, that's all right, I'll just lie here and cough quietly, you don't have to bring me any water! You just relax and watch your stories, I'll be fine over here in this pile of dirty tissues.

Girl, if you lived closer, I would totes bring you water and tea and stuff, and we could help each other in person and have celebratory drinks together when we beat back the evol Clutter Monster.

B (current long distance crush, for those who gave up keeping track several sets of initials ago), just popped up on chat. As tired as I am, he asked me how I was and I told the truth. And he's depressed, too! Cue conflicted yay! he gets it/oh shit, he's in the same boat feelings.

Tangentially, I need to pay my electricity bill before they cut my power. Kudos to them, they notify me via email, robocall, AND mail first.

When I am sick, I want to be left alone. House elves should bring me tea, ginger ale, and/or cold OJ without comment. They should quietly pick up the used tissues that are piled up on the table or that have been flung somewhat near the trash can. They should not ask how I'm feeling or if I need anything. I will let them know.

I want coddling when I want coddling, and don't when I don't. And I would let a theoretical person know this, were not merely theoretical.

Who's going to see the 20 Years of Bloodletting concert in 10 days??

ME ME ME!!!

Hubs and I had issues over caring for his mother for just that reason. During her chemotherapy, we (and a couple of her other kids/kids-in-law) would take turns staying with her for a couple of days to take care of what was needed. I'd camp out in her living room, checking on her every hour or so, occasionally asking if she needed anything or what she wanted for dinner. Hubs would virtually move into her bedroom.

I thought he was smothering her. He thought I was uncaring.

Hubs's mother didn't complain. Probably because she expected more from a son than an in-law (even if we couldn't legally marry).

My DH takes good care of me when I'm sick, but I am totally fine on my own.

The one thing which makes me feel sad and uncherished, for no rational reason, is arriving at airports. I KNOW he's going to be waiting outside in the car, but I still secretly wish he'd be at the gate as soon as I get there.

honey - you are a dirty, dirty man and I can't believe you just had that thought.

Wasn't me this time.

I still secretly wish he'd be at the gate as soon as I get there.

I still want my father to meet me right at the door of the plane. I've been horribly spoilt. One time, he had a car pull up on the tarmac and whisk us off from there. Coolest arrival ever.

honey - you are a dirty, dirty man and I can't believe you just had that thought.

Wasn't me this time.

....

Shit.