sIck & the boy's no help

we went swimming yesterday and it was a mite too cold and me, the enthucultet, went to the gym without drying my hair too well.
So am down with a head splitting ache and a runny nose and I have to say this -- either the boy is the worst caregiver in the world or I am the worst patient in the world.
Either way we make a terrible sick combo.
The boy came back from work and we had to head for our meeting with the DJ.
And my head was pounding away and my eyes were all red and swollen and the boy was scared and upset and all like -
"did you take your medicine? are you sure you took it? what about your food? what about some juice? I have a feeling you didn't take your medicine, right? I bet you didn't. Did you take your water? Uhmm...I am sure you didn't."
Constant chattering questions while my head pounded on and my body ached. it was like he was trying to question the illness out of me
You there sickness? You in therE? you want to come out? are you sure? why don't you come out now?
come on. come on, now"

"For frack's sake, boy - SHUT UP ALREADY!"

which, a split second later, I realised I said out loud.
And then because my headache drove me to madness, I continued in same vein in the face of his shocked, hurt reaction.

"What the heck , boy - I am sick and I just need you to leave me alone!"

we drove silently to Dj'S office and then after our meeting (where I must admit the Boy is showing powers of his super negotiating prowess - I tend to be the researcher who finds the information and organize it - & the boy - he is a super negotiator - he even found a deal when I bought my spanking new car - I think it's because he's supremely confident and I am not when it comes to getting people to reduce prices - I just tend to softly, slowly back away)

anyhoo
back to the sick me issue,

I was a diva.

And I acted out.

And I behaved badly and the boy is a darling who is worried & doesn't quite know how to deal with illness.
And he was reacting the only way he knew how - By asking questions to find out what he needs to do and not intuitively knowing what to (even though we've been freaking together for 6 years and living together for atleast 4 of those and I've been sick atleast 3-4 times in that period and we go through the same routine - it's like when we first started living together, I had to gently prod him that when he washes his plate, it would be nice he would wash my plate too)

I sometimes think I need to give him specific instructions on how to react to my specific situations.

What to do when the ME is ill
What to do when the ME is PMSing
What to do when the ME is busy
etc
etc
and
sometimes, I think I want to test him for mild autism because it's like he has no instinctive empathy and its only when I remind him, or prod, or (lets just say it out loud) train him to do certain things, that he goes - "oh my god - I guess I should just think of what I would like you to do for me if I was in your position and do that. What an interesting concept!"

So, then we hugged, and he brought me some medicine (which I had taken already but at that point, I couldn't go over that whole thing ag=ain) and I pretended to take it, and he massaged my head (which was so soo sooo sweet of him but oh. my.god so not good) and I kissed him and told he was the best and he fluffed my pillows and brought my books, and water, and juice, and arranged them all around me and tucked me in with my lovely quilt and then hugged me and fell asleep next to me. After which I extricated myself, had a long, hot bath and snuggled back in, to wake the boy up in time for him to go hang out with his pool buddies. I fell asleep right after that and now am all bright eyed and bushy tailed and feel oh. so. much. better now that I have had some time to myself.

Love is all good and all that and really he is my soul and i would go to the ends of the earth for him, but sometimes, absolutely nothing can beat some ME time.