Who’s the bigger baby when sick…a man or a woman?

I’ll just say right out of the gate that the correct answer is “men”…but I thought the question still needed to be asked.

Sunshine began getting sick as the day went by on Friday.  My hat’s off to her, because I didn’t realize just how sick she was.  She was at work all day and I was at her apartment…just hanging out with the day off, watching videos, and fully enjoying the role reversal.

By Saturday morning, she was really sick.  Again, I didn’t fully realize just how sick she was…she did a great job at letting me know that she simply wasn’t feeling that great.

I went to a work function on Saturday night while she chilled at my place.  By the time the function ended, my throat was really bothering me.  Where I was the MC for the evening, I was hoping that my throat was sore simply from talking for five straight hours.  But alas, I knew better.

By the time I got home, I was actually feeling noxious.  Sunshine was sleeping on my couch and we both just went to bed in an effort to sleep away our bad germs.

Needless to say, that didn’t work out exactly as planned.

I woke up on Sunday morning with a throat that could have resulted from swallowing glass.  My head was pounding.  My body ached.  The noxiousness had left…but the golf-ball in my throat (or at least that’s what it felt like) constantly gave me a ‘gagging’ feeling so I was constantly trying to suppress that particular reflex.

I’ll fully admit…I whined.  I’m used to ‘sucking it up’ when it comes to being a bit under the weather.  But I’ll freely admit, when I woke up yesterday (and today, for that matter), I thought somebody had taken a bat to my entire body all night long.  I didn’t feel like joking around, I didn’t feel like kissing Sunshine, I didn’t feel like doing much of anything.

This is where Sunshine began making fun of me for being  a wuss.  And you know what?  She’s right.  As the day went on, things got a little bit better…but not by much.

We both knew that we were going to blog about this…and she beat me to the punch.  And the sad thing?  I travelled home last night three hours just to wake up this morning and call in sick.  Hell…I could have done that at Sunshine’s house and spent more time with her.

BAH!

So here I sit…taking a ton of medication and about to get in yet another nap.  My throat still kills me, my noxiousness is pretty  much gone, and other than a scary moment last night (I passed out in the bathroom, doing a ‘header’ into the toilet seat and leaving a mark under my eye…I’m fine, though, don’t worry) I’ve been doing alright.  I just need to recover as best I can.

But is it true?  Do men whine about being sick much more than women do?  If so, why is that?  Why are men bigger babies when it comes to being sick?