I don't know how you react when you are sick but I belong to the kind of people who can't stand to be sick and therefore retire in a deep hole like a hurted animal and just want to be left in peace until it is over. Even my cats have understood that and sleep without moving on my bed.
But my retreat is impossible because there is mothering Mr. Gattino ! I have noticed over the years that Italians, females or males are terrible caring caretakers, caring you almost to death with love ! Mr. Gattino is no exception although I have tried to send him to hell since 38 years when I was sick. But there is no hope.
For example when I just have fallen asleep after having caughed my soul out of my body he suddenly stands in the doorframe and asks with his soft
When I just had recovered from this sudden wake up and want to fall asleep again, I hear : "Do you want a chicken broth "? Despite the fact that I am half dead, I feel killer instincts because chicken broth is his universal remedy even for a broken leg !
From far away I hear the phone ringing. I had told him
I take my sirop and my pills and try to watch TV a little. Mr. Gattino asks me if I have taken my sirop and my pills and if he should switch on the TV. I just pointed with my finger on the TV. Satisfied that the TV had switched on all by itself, he asked me : "Do you need something" ?
On that I tried to shout "Leave me alone !!" making the same noise as the croaking of a raven and throw the next available pillow in his direction. He gives me a painful look : "when you are sick you are impossible, and I do everything for you ! "
PS. As you can see I feel better