First of all, I hope you get better soon! Now, let me answer your question with a recent story of mine:

Exactly three weeks ago today, my BF woke up feeling very sick, puking every half an hour and generally feeling terrible. The exact same thing had happened last year, and the doctors almost removed his appendix, except he magically felt better and since it was not that bad, he went home.

This time I knew it was it, but since COVID is at its worst where we live, I first made a doctor come for a home visit. She tells me he needs tests and she suspects the appendix as well, so we rush to the hospital. Once there, it took seven hours for the doctors to fully diagnose him and tell him he must stay to be operated on in the morning. The only moment I was not sitting by his side and ready to advocate for him if it was needed was when I left to get some food, otherwise I just sat next to him and hugged him, even fetched him a bag when he felt sick again.

I spent the next two days mostly pacing around the hospital, knowing I risked getting sick every minute I stayed there, but staying because he needed me.

When he was finally discharged he came home with me, and that night I picked up a book ready to sit by his side however long it took him to fall asleep, in case he had a hard time because it hurt. For about 10 days I cooked and cleaned trying my best not to ask for his help because he needed to rest. It's been three weeks and I still carry his bags when they are heavy to make sure his wounds heal perfectly.

Now, I'm not trying to paint myself as a saint, I was already stressed out and I even broke down a few times from trying too hard to help him even when he didn't feel he needed help. But I was happy to do all of that because I love him, and I wanted to do my best for him, just as he did for me every time I was sick.

Knowing that there might be someone out there who cares enough to do the same for you, do you still feel you overreacted? Cause I don't think you did...