Andrea's Mom•Logic: Am I sick? Why is it I have absolutely no sympathy when my husband's under the weather?
When I took my wedding vows I really meant it when I said "in sickness and in health"--as long as the sickness wasn't referring to just a bad cold. Why are men such babies when they're sick? I have proof because I actually HAVE a baby and when I put them side-by-side I can't tell them apart.
This week my husband proceeded to lie in bed for TWO days with a mysterious illness involving sneezing, a sore throat and zero temperature. I finally get him to go to the doctor praying he had strep throat, pneumonia or my favorite, laryngitis! Then at least I could forgive him for sitting in bed flipping through magazines while I lugged bags of dirty diapers out to the trash. He returned with the grave prognosis: The doctor told him he had Acute Viral Nasopharyngitis or in layman's terms a cold, the common kind. You know, that kind of cold that makes you think they should get their ass out of bed.
It's not like I don't have nurturing instincts. If my daughter even clears her throat I descend on her like a medical SWAT team. Not so with DH (Declining Health). He tell me his throat hurts, and I glare at him with (loving) unbridled contempt. I swear I'd have more sympathy if life didn't always have to come to a screeching halt just because he has a case of the sniffles. Dishes don't get done, beds don't get made, kids don't get fed. I swear the house could burst into flames, and he'd only have the energy to hoist another Kleenex to his stuffy nose. When we Moms get sick we power through it, right? I do. I take daytime cold medication, I drink tons of water, and to ensure I don't infect my family, I do shots of Purell®. I beg you, how can I get my husband to suck it up when he gets sick? Or is my only choice to suck it up myself until "til death do us part" kicks in?"