Different people's ways of dealing with being sick are fascinating to me. From the "I stubbed my toe. I can't do ANYTHING WOE IS ME" to the "I am bleeding from all my orifices and pores, but I WILL GO TO WORK" ethos.
I'm glad roomie's boyfriend is here to nursemaid, though, so I don't have to. I get (completely unfairly) frustrated with adults making people wait on them, if they can still stand.