Both times I had surgery to remove a melanoma I had to get my wife to change the dressing. My wife has many wonderful qualities, but she is not Dr. Mom. She tends to be a little too rough. Plus she is a little lacking in the sympathy department. It is not that I expected her to coddle me. I just found it off-putting when she would look at the six-inch long wound on my back and say, "Oh, that's nothing." She didn't seem to think so when it was her appendix wound, which was pretty small in comparison.
When it comes to being sick or wounded, I tend to be like a cat, in that I just want to go someplace dark and be left alone.