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
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
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
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.
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.
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.