Hi Verity-Ruth. I am hoping that you are feeling slightly fitter today - chicken soup is what is called for, but I guess you'll have to make it yourself
As Ann Mack says, the mind seems to go into the childhood, 'dependent' stage - and no one but them has any problems.
My dear OH was once a Samaritan - caring deeply for those who were at the end of their tether - and yet now ...
he can think of nothing and no one but himself and his
is own needs.
Last year, I had breast cancer, and when I returned home on the evening after having the lump removed, he was most put out because his supper was late. I had to set to and bustle about, p.d.q. to get it on the table quickly.
A few weeks ago, I fell down a long flight of brick steps, cutting myself rather badly;
there was blood running down my arm and leg, and falling onto the floor.
I was rather cack-handedly trying to bind up the cuts, when he asked if I could put a plaster on a small scratch on his arm.
It's possibly best to think of him as temporally being a young child, with all the insecurities that, 'mummy is not feeling very well.' can bring to the surface.
Do keep warm and spoil yourself!
Hugs