I hate being sick! I mostly deny that I'm sick until I'm coughing like a lunatic, sneezing as if I am allergic to the air and blowing my nose to the point where I am contemplating shoving a tampon so it would stop dripping and even then, I still deny I'm sick.
This past weekend was one of those "why-do-I-have-to-be-sick-on-the-weekend" weekend. However, Sunday I gave in and admitted to DH that I may be sick. At that point I was staring at him in my sweats with my greasy hair slicked back and with tissue paper sticking out from anywhere I could nudge it in. <--- HOTNESS!
I would like to tell you all that I didn't lift a finger Sunday, but knowing my OCD-self, I had to clean the house mixed in with some lovely wheezing and coughing. Though, DH did make me some yummy gumbo:
I did also manage to almost devour my homemade banana bread - which I made for DH but I had to make sure it was safe for him to eat ;) - and drank obscene amounts of Chai tea (my fave!)
When your sick, do you deny it or do you pull the "man-cold"?