To all the women following this thread, at least those who have had to deal with sick husbands or significant others, WARNING. Do not read this post.

I have the flu and I have no one to bath my forehead with damp cloths, to soothe away the night sweats, and to bring me the medicine when I need it. I have no one to whine about being ill and generally reinforce the idea that sick men are just like babies.

Whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine, whine.