The Man Cold

So I don't know about the rest of you gals out there, but when I am sick I am really sick.  If I am not completely and utterly sick then I carry on with my life as usual.  I go to work, I cook, clean, exercise, smoke my cigarettes and enjoy my glass of wine, along with all of life's other joys.  However, when I am really sick, I just want to put myself out of this misery and go back to bed.

But for some reason my husband expects me to stick toilet paper up my nose, drink some tea and get on with it.  I get no sympathy.  There is laundry to fold, dinner to be made, and he has some heavy duty video games to play--  A$$.  I could be sicker then a dog and one minute he will tell me to relax, and the next he is complaining about the house being a mess and how he has had to do evvverrything (insert whiny tone here).  On the other hand when he is sick it is the end of the freakin world.  I call it the man cold!  You know when men are sick, they expect us to do everything for them, while the snivel and cough on the couch.  When I am sick I unpack the dishwasher, I make my own tea, I do it all, but when he is sick, its over.  All I hear is I am so sick, I don't want to do anything.  But when I am sick all I get is complaints about how he has so much to do.

So this morning when I woke up and my throat felt like I ate a weed wacker for breakfast, I immediately wished I was a man so I could call the boss tell her I ain't coming, and sit down on the couch where I could watch wonderful daytime TV, but I am sorry Ellen, Day's, Oprah and all my day time TV friends, I am not a man, so I have work to do.