It must be catching, like yawning!
I remember one certain man, not to be named, who complained bitterly that he had caught his daughter's bad stomach. He'd have a job; hers was painful due to her 'period'! LOL

ROFL sounds so familiar, Sarah! :-)

I'm going all quiet when I'm not well whereas my other half moans and whines... oohhh.... ahhh... oh my head... not sure if I can drink this camomile tea...

My gran is a typical pensioner - forever talking about her ailments. Mind, at nearly 88 she's entitled to it but to think that she's had it far worse than anyone else... even though she's never suffered from anything really serious. You mention someone else being unwell, and pronto: she's not been too good either! Bless!

Three cheers for this one! And can I just add - if someone looks slightly anxious and tells you they're going to the dentist today, a 20 minute account, with sound effects, of everything that ever went wrong during your own dental visits is NOT a kind response!

Thank you all.
Marit, that is a fantastic anecdote. Of course, you know I will now be borrowing it and retelling it as my own! LOL!
Kay, are you telepathic or something? I have my last two wisdom teeth out in just over a week's time. Somehow talking about it with some friends last week we got onto how having her four wisdom teeth out was the worst experience she's ever been through as the lanaesthetic didn't work properly. Help!
By the way, just in case anyone feels victimised, I will admit, very quietly, that I can be a bit of a hypochondriac myself sometimes. Well with three boys around me I have to compete and get some attention somehow!

I think you might have put your finger on the cause of it there, Sarah! Now, when I had my wisdom teeth out... (oops sorry).

What about those who look at you forlornly and say, 'Nobody knows how much I suffer becasue I never let on.' I'm inclined to snap back, 'Well why mention then!' Oh I am horrible...

Even though just a mere male and thus an easy target for the (s)mugger female of the species, I don't think I've whinged overmuch about ailments in the past. With a few notable exceptions the worst thing I remember suffering from regularly, in what seems like a previous incarnation to me now, was my wife's PMT. The 'P' obviously could stand for 'pre' or 'post', depending on mood and requirement.

Older now, of course, with the onset of more regular intimations of mortality, a simple 3-day headache becomes a precursor to brain cancer in my feeble, fevered mind. But I suffer with dignity and fortitude; it's either that or take on my doctor's inflexible and ridiculous appointments system!

When, on some future deathbed, my diseased innards are laid bare for the medical world to admire (or to discuss a previous night's binge drinking across), if somebody says 'Why on earth didn't you see somebody sooner?' I shall bleat my GP's phone number and, should anyone take the trouble to try to ring it, after many hours of re-dialling till their fingers bleed and listening to the engaged signal, they will know the reason.

Until then I will do my best to suffer in silence.

LOL everyone.
Lez, I know what you mean about trying to phone the GPs. The surgery is only 10 mins away so if wasn't for having to take the children with me, it would be easier to walk there and make an appointment!

Would that it were that easy, my dear. Even if I walked round there and stood in front of the receptionist with my very bestest and bravest smile on or my beaten spaniel look, she would repeat the same words to me: 'We don't do appointments in person. Phone the surgery tomorrow morning at 8a.m. for an appointment the following day.'

But, I know their little secret: at 7.55a.m. they disconnect the phones!

Ouch!

To jump in here, my doctor operates, (whoops), from the front room of his house and on Mondays, Thursdays and Fridays we just turn up.

Mind you, I wouldn't recommend him since he let me go through a whole pregnancy without diagnosing twins until the day they were born! Which reminds me, would you like to hear about my hair raising ride in an ambulance and 6 hour labour ...

LOL
Twins? I bet that was a shock!