On Friday night, my darling husband did not sleep a wink. The poor guy then had to drag himself out of bed at 4AM to shuffle off to work for the next 12+ hours. When I talked to him mid-way through his shift I knew he was going to need some major petting and pampering when he got home... there were rude doctors, crazy patients, and even crazier families he was dealing with and all with zilch sleep.
When he got home there was a nice, home cooked meal (porkchops, my husband loves porkchops), some "sleepytime" tea, and a nice foot rub. I am pleased to report, all of this helped and he slept like a baby on Saturday night and awoke refreshed and ready for another day at what he lovingly calls "the evil tower" (aka, the hospital we both work at).
This is what it looks like when I spoil and pamper the DH...
I got to thinking though... why is it that men turn into such helpless, sad creatures whenever they are sick or otherwise sidelined by illness or injury? It's not just my darling husband who acts as if though his man cold is in fact swine flu/pneumonia/tuberculosis all rolled into one, it's all men, and the older they get the worse they act when they're sick. The last time my DH had a man cold he didn't move off the couch for two days except to go wallow in his misery in bed and towards the end, I think he was writing out his last will and testament to prepare what he was sure was going to be his "untimely death". Let me tell you, readers, the only reason for an "untimely death" was going to be because I smothered him with a couch cushion.
It's just the sniffles!
I guess it's our own fault ladies, we tend to be nurturing and maternal and maybe we over do it with the men we love and so they act this way. The flip side is this: whenever I've been sick I've never been pampered and babied nearly half as much as when my other half is ill. Oh, he worries... and maybe he'll throw some cough medicine my way but there's no lovingly made tea, no blankets, no chicken noodle soup! Which is fine actually because apparently, a girl's version of the cold is much less deadly than that of a man.
In the end though, I'll continue to pamper my DH through all his "man colds" and sleepless nights... because truthfully (and I'll never admit this to him), I enjoy babying him.
