I’m living proof that the stereotype of men becoming completely useless when sick has truth to it. As soon as I start to feel slightly under the weather, I become a whiny sniveling mess
My assumption has always been that women’s bodies have built-in functionality that put them through varying degrees of discomfort from time to time (periods, pregnancy, menopause), whereas men’s bodies generally only aren’t at 100% when we’re sick. So, when women get sick, it’s more of a, “aw man, I feel crappy again, that sucks”, but when men get sick, it’s like, “oh no, why do I feel like this, what’s happening to me?!”
Man I wish I could find it. But that’s pretty much the assumption that it didn’t find evidence for. Apparently it’s really more a matter of whether you’re sozialised female or male.
That was the other assumption I was going to put but didn’t have time to write it appropriately.
In more “traditional” households, the man would go to work while the woman would take care of the home. When the wife got sick, the husband typically couldn’t/ wouldn’t stay home to take care of her, so she’d have to take care of herself (and usually still take care of the home too). But when the husband would get sick, he’d stay home from work, and essentially add themselves to the list of things their wife needs to take care of.
I can tough out certain pains, but give me a snotty nose and fever, I curl into a ball of pathetic man putty.
“Babe! BABE! Can you bring me two Tylenol, an Advil Cold and Sinus, two aspirin, my inhaler, another blanket, my phone (please charge, cord’s right there), a tablet to read my book on, and, and, we need to talk end-of-life stuff. …can you turn the fan up please? …and kill the light on your way out… thank you”
She drew the line giving me a bell to ring for help. My mom gave me a bell! (yes, really, I’m a total wuss)
I never feel quite as manly as when I’m sick and it unlocks just enough emotional vulnerability that a TV show leaves me crying for the first time in years like a kid who saw a dead bird.
I’m living proof that the stereotype of men becoming completely useless when sick has truth to it. As soon as I start to feel slightly under the weather, I become a whiny sniveling mess
Electric. Blanket.
Get it. Now.
It’s so nice when you feel like shit, and you can just have some local warming, right on your body.
No. Get an Electric Mattress Pad. They last longer and since they are less flexible they can put larger heating elements in them
Better yet. Use both
I just use two blankets. Sometimes I’ve used a hot water bottle.
I have heated sheets, but it takes like 3 hours for them to get warm. I’ll have to look into one.
Can’t find it right now, but my uni did a study and found that it’s true to an extent, and it’s not for any biological reason.
My assumption has always been that women’s bodies have built-in functionality that put them through varying degrees of discomfort from time to time (periods, pregnancy, menopause), whereas men’s bodies generally only aren’t at 100% when we’re sick. So, when women get sick, it’s more of a, “aw man, I feel crappy again, that sucks”, but when men get sick, it’s like, “oh no, why do I feel like this, what’s happening to me?!”
Man I wish I could find it. But that’s pretty much the assumption that it didn’t find evidence for. Apparently it’s really more a matter of whether you’re sozialised female or male.
That was the other assumption I was going to put but didn’t have time to write it appropriately.
In more “traditional” households, the man would go to work while the woman would take care of the home. When the wife got sick, the husband typically couldn’t/ wouldn’t stay home to take care of her, so she’d have to take care of herself (and usually still take care of the home too). But when the husband would get sick, he’d stay home from work, and essentially add themselves to the list of things their wife needs to take care of.
If you admit to living, I don’t think you fit the stereotype.
edit: Remove inappropriate gerund.
A gerund is a verb that acts as a noun, ending in “-schwing” and often followed by a mother of an absolute unit
Parts of this statement are correct.
first half is iffy at best
I can tough out certain pains, but give me a snotty nose and fever, I curl into a ball of pathetic man putty.
“Babe! BABE! Can you bring me two Tylenol, an Advil Cold and Sinus, two aspirin, my inhaler, another blanket, my phone (please charge, cord’s right there), a tablet to read my book on, and, and, we need to talk end-of-life stuff. …can you turn the fan up please? …and kill the light on your way out… thank you”
She drew the line giving me a bell to ring for help. My mom gave me a bell! (yes, really, I’m a total wuss)
I never feel quite as manly as when I’m sick and it unlocks just enough emotional vulnerability that a TV show leaves me crying for the first time in years like a kid who saw a dead bird.