When I received a mono diagnosis last week, one of my wife’s friends said, “Now when he lays around whining, he has a good reason.”
For once! Here was what my day was like yesterday:
Up at 7 am. Drank my customary three large cups of coffee. Blogged. Back to sleep at 10. Woke up at noon, blogged, went back to sleep at 1:30. Woke up at 5. Blogged. Back to bed by 9.
I basically slept 16 or 17 hours out of 24 — and I still woke up tired. I’m really fortunate to have blog software that lets me get a bunch done while I’m awake, and spread out the posting. I can’t tell you how anxious I am about the work I’m not getting done, in part too because I often have a headache, and can’t focus well. It’s kind of freaking me out that my 78 year old father, who is not in the best health, is a lot more active these days than I am.
Did I mention to you my strange new respect for the infirm? This stuff is like the day you get the flu, all the time. Has been for a couple of months. Might last till Christmas.
Don’t pray for me — pray for my wife. She has to put up with my floppy, whining man self until then. And so we get to the point of this post: is there a difference between the way men and women react to illness? I mean, I’ve heard my wife and her friends observe that husbands complain and complain and complain when they get sick, whereas wives just suck it up and carry on. This could be a comic meme, but I suspect there’s some truth to it, though I can’t imagine why that would be. I appeal to my female readers for enlightenment.
UPDATE: It has not escaped my notice that my late sister, who had STAGE FOUR CANCER, never complained about how sick she was, and kept smiling and carrying on as if everything was fine.



I can only speak from my own experience. Back years ago when my son was small (he’s 27 now) my then husband and I caught a cold at the same time. Our symptoms seemed fairly similar, stuffy nose, sore throat, achey, low grade temp. My husband took to the couch asking to be brought tea and honey. He was there for 3 days droopy and unable to do anything but drag himself to the bathroom occasionally and to bed at night.
During the same period, while I had, as I said similar symptoms, I looked after our son, cooked meals, brought him his tea, did laundry etc etc. It was an eye opening experience. Now I’m unwilling to extrapolate from this that all men behave this way but I know one man who did.