I remember that he is like my own in that when he is ill, it's like he's at death's door.

Yeah he is, and he goes to bed at 7 o'clock or something, so I can't even read in bed to help me fall asleep. And if I'm reading and have the light on he gets all 'are you going to be finished soon?'

Sigh.

Maybe I can guilt him into giving me a neck rub when he gets home. :)