However, even when ill, he is still subject to what I like to call the "German Farmboy Work Ethic", which dictates that man was not meant to be happy or comfortable, but rather to Get Things Done. In other words, unless you are actually vomiting out internal organs, you have better things to do than lie around all day, you slacker.
So, on his sick day, my husband wallpapered our front hallway... and revarnished the baseboards... and filled in some holes in the ceramic tile. Then, not surprisingly, he collapsed onto the sofa and stayed there for the rest of the day.
And now, I'm coming down with the same symptoms, two days before my birthday. Sigh.