My gf and I are polar opposites when we are ill. She wants me to fluff her pillow, make a fuss over her, bring her a glass of water, etc.
I on the other hand want left alone until I am well. Any attempt to pamper me is just an aggravation.
We each go out of our way to please the sickie, so it works for us. But what is the general consensus? Are more people like me or her?
I wouldn’t want a lot of people around, but I do enjoy it when Madame Pepperwinkle looks after me, and I look after her as well.
I want to be left alone, and this is the biggest reason I could never move back to India. Why is that related, you ask?
Because if you are sick in India 500 people will come to your house, each with their own cold recipe. “Drink ginger tea,” one will say. “No, drink warm mil.” “Warm milk! Warm milk is for babies. Drink black tea.”
And so on. And they will fight with each other. And argue. And you are expected to allow them to come in all the time.
Nope. LEAVE ME ALONE.
I want people to fuck the fuck off when I’m sick. My own personal hell moment of being bothered when sick was when my then-boyfriend (now husband) and a couple we were friends with were all drinking at our apartment. I got a nasty migraine and went to the bedroom to try to get some rest. The guys apparently (and under the influence of alcohol) thought it’d be hilarious to send our female friend (seriously involved with the other guy) into the bedroom when she was tipsy as all hell, and she was half-hitting on me, half trying to drunkenly comfort me, and it would have been too loud for me to tell her to fuck off so I just tried to burrow into the pillows. I still get stabby thinking about it.
Everyone except the dog must go!
I want this printed on a T-shirt. And I agree.
I would like to be offered whatever (soup, sympathy) and then left alone.
in general the worse I feel the more I need to be in bed, trying to sleep.
No. Leave me alone. Let me die in peace.
When I last had a cold, people kept offering to come over. I think they thought I was joking when they said if they came near me, I would kill them.
I don’t want anyone to talk to me, be around me or even look at me. Just leave me the hell alone so I can be sick.
Whenever I’m ill, my husband asks over and over, “Are you ok? What can I get you? How can I help?” Then I’m peppered with questions about what to feed the kids, when to feed them, what’s in the fridge, what I want to eat and on and on.
Dammit - I expect you to magically appear whenever it pops into my head that I want water and to immediately go away and clean the whole house for me. Is that too much to ask (because, seriously, that’s what I want)? 
There are two benefits to leaving me alone when I am sick:
My wife likes attention when she is sick, I just want to be left alone. It’s kind of the same when one of us is upset about something, my wife likes to be comforted and I just want to brood a bit by myself. We each try to meet the other’s needs, when one of us is sick, or upset I comfort her and she leaves me alone.
Leave me alone for the most part but be close enough that when I groan/whimper for something you can hear me and have said item available to hand to me before fading into the background once more.
It does depend upon my condition, but for something not serious I only want someone in the vicinity to check up on me now and then - I’m ill, after all - but not hovering.
When I’m really sick, like in bed, it is nice to have someone take care of food preparation for me. Other than that I want to be alone.
When I’m sick, I crawl into my cave, arrange the things I expect to need around me, and wait it out. I do not need or want company, sympathy, or assistance, unless I’m in such a state that I need to be driven to the doctor/ER/morgue. I will be happier–or at least less miserable–if you leave me alone to read, sleep, or watch cartoons. (Yes, I watch cartoons when I’m sick. I also watch them when I’m well, though some might argue that I’m never properly in the latter state.)
Bonus: if you leave me be, I’ll recover faster, and you have less chance of catching whatever I’ve got.
OMG leave me alone. My mom drives me nuts, she’ll keep bugging me to let her come over. Once I got out of the ER and she REFUSED to drive me home and made me go to her house. I was so pissed. She kept trying to get the doctor to agree that it wouldn’t be safe for me to be alone and he WOULDN’T agree to that, but it didn’t matter.
I don’t get sick often. When it does happen my preference would be for someone to keep my water glass filled, and be quietly around (as in, in the other doing her own thing) for me to ask to heat up some soup when I’m ready.
I do not want anyone to pop in every little while and ask if I need anything. And I really, really do not want anyone once I’ve said “no thanks” to “Can I get you anything?” to start in with “Really? How about some juice?Or tea? I could make you tea? No? Not even herbal? Maybe just camomile? I could put honey in it.”
My sister shares my attitude and therefore is the best caretaker for my temperament.
When I’m sick - leave me alone.
When my husband is sick - leave him alone.
It does really help to have a two story dwelling when these things come up. 
It would be nice if there were somebody.
But there won’t be.
I’d like to be left alone.
I have given standing orders to all my friends and family: if I’m ever in a hospital, I do not want visitors. Books, yes; I would be thankful if one bloke would bring me my e-reader or a stack of paperbacks. And then go away.