Call the Paramedics -- My Boyfriend Has the Sniffles

This originally appeared on Sum of My Pieces. Last weekend my boyfriend came down with a wicked case of Ebola. Wait, that doesn't seem right -- I feel like I would've heard about a Jersey outbreak or I'd remember being forced into quarantine. But if it wasn't Ebola, then what was it that made him too weak to move as he neared his end and repeatedly reminded me how very gravely ill he was? Oh that's right -- I remember now. A cold. That's what my boyfriend had. Case of the sniffles. And it got me thinking, mainly about how men are usually such wimps when they're sick, while women seem to able to power through. Maybe it's because women spend almost a quarter of their adult lives in a crampy, hormonal hell in which our bodies are hijacked. Maybe evolutionarily women have had to be the stronger sex in order to give birth. Maybe it's because throughout the centuries of male privilege, women have had no choice but to suck it up when they're sick and make him his turkey pot pie anyway. Whatever the reason, my boyfriend spent the entire weekend in a sad grey sweat get-up, complete with hoodie pulled over his head and thick, wool socks. It was 50 degrees outside. And on the rare occasion that he was actually upright, he'd close his eyes and bow his head, summoning the energy required to sit up and -- I can only assume -- contemplating the guest list of his imminent funeral. And no matter what I asked him, his response was always the same: I'M SICK. Wanna go see a movie? Stay at...
Source: Healthy Living - The Huffington Post - Category: Consumer Health News Source Type: news