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 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.