DH is very dramatic when he is sick. I almost always still function, go to work, etc. He is sick today, and I never know how seriously to take him. He just came downstairs, said he was hungry. I volunteered there was leftover pizza. He collapsed on the couch and asked if I could heat it up and get him a glass of water. Then he asked if we had zofran (he should know that we do and it is always in a closet upstairs I spent a ton of time organizing). I told him we did, and he has to have me go upstairs and get it. Then, he decides the pizza is making him nauseous after giving the zofran 3 minutes to work, and goes upstairs, leaving the pizza. He did thank me for being understanding, but I am so frustrated.