My husband has had a cough for months and months, but won't see the doctor. It's his business, but he makes it mine by acting as if I can diagnose him. I find this surpassingly strange, as I am not of the scientific bent, and though I have a few friends who are doctors, no medical know-how has rubbed off that I can see. He feels safe with me, he doesn't with the doctors, but what he forgets is that I am useless. I am mightily sick of hearing about his cough, and I mean in both senses. He keeps me up at night coughing, or coughing, getting up and going downstairs for tea, and in the daytime he wants to discuss it. It's a pretty boring topic, at this point. I am sympathetic, but have no new advice. Go to the doctor. Don't go to the doctor and try homeopathic medicine or acupuncture. Drink tea and sleep sitting up.
We've been married a long time. I'm kind and supportive - and then - I am done and just want him to solve his own problem. There is a statute of limitations on complaining and I have now reached it in regard to the subject of coughs. All complaints must now be addressed to a higher authority - either spiritual, medical or strangers on the street. When I'm done, I'm done.
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