Posted on | April 5, 2010 | 17 Comments
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As most of you know, J was sick all of last week. He took a turn for the better around Wednesday and on Thursday, I took a turn for the worse. I was pretty sick on Friday but still went to work and came home and took care of J because, well, those are my jobs. I stayed sick on Saturday and Sunday but there’s really no rest for Moms so I kept on going. (Except that my in-laws came on Saturday and …. oh Glory! Gave me the opportunity to actually read a book that didn’t have pictures!)
You moms know what I mean. When we get sick, nobody cares. It’s just a fact of life. No matter how much we whine, no one is going to drop everything and bring us soup and orange juice because, well, we don’t live with our moms anymore. Husband is fairly sympathetic when I’m sick. I say fairly because he does allow me to whine about it and doesn’t get too fed up. He will also, on occasion, go and get me soup. What he doesn’t do is take care of J so I can get sleep. He “can’t” do that. He also has a tendency to minimize any illness I have by saying things like “You’re STILL sick?” or “didn’t you just take some Tylenol?” (as though Tylenol should magically make me feel INSTANTLY better.)
But dear God how the tables turn when he gets the same illness.
The world must surely be ending because Husband is sick. He can’t move. He can’t breathe. His throat hurts. His head hurts. And oh God, he MUST call in sick to work because how could ANYONE function like this?
It’s ridiculous. When we were first married, I thought “man, Husband gets hit harder with illness than I do.” But now I realize, he is just a big old baby in the face of germs. Where I have to get up and function as usual because he seems to think I’m impervious to illness, when he gets the same thing, it’s suddenly the worst case of disease since the Black Plague. Seriously… it’s a wonder he’s still alive.
The whole time I was sick this weekend he made snide comments to me about still being sick and that I was making excuses for not wanting to ::ah hem:: with him. I kept trying to get him not to kiss me because I didn’t want him to get sick. Cue last night about five. Here’s a brief transcript:
H: “Man. My throat hurts.”
me: “ouch. You’re probably getting what I have.”
… a few seconds later…
H: “My throat really hurts.”
Me: “Go take something.”
… a few seconds later…
H: (making gagging sounds) “It’s really hurting bad.”
H: (Turns around and looks at me) “Did you hear me?”
H: “Gee, thanks for caring.”
What does he want me to do? Jump up and massage the back of his neck while cooing “poor baby. poor baby”? Because sorry, that’s not my style. I will never understand why it is that men can not handle being sick. It’s ridiculous. Why can I get up, get J ready for school, fix breakfast, make Husband coffee, feed the dog, and get myself ready for work and then GO to work, come home, make dinner, care for the baby and then go to bed only to get up seven times with the same baby…. and Husband can barely get out of bed. Same illness, different people. Not possible that it is that much worse in male form. He is RIDICULOUS.
Men are most certainly NOT the stronger sex. If they were, I wouldn’t be having this conversation with myself. It is clear to me that Women are the stronger sex. We handle illness (usually) with grace and dignity… or at least with minimal disruption to our lives. We (sometimes) work outside and inside the home.We bleed once a month for approximately 432 months of our lives. And oh yeah, we also grow and birth PEOPLE. Men are the stronger sex?
Don’t make me laugh.