UGH. I don’t know about the rest of you men, but when it comes to sickness, ol’ Tolstoy usually follows a cycle…
(cold ushers in…I start to feel weaker, maybe a cough and sniffle here and there…) “I’m not sick. Nope. Not sick.”
(cold officially arrives…hacking cough, weak joints, listlessness, sneezing, phlegm build-up…) “I’m not sick. No, I’m NOT sick!!”
(lose sleep, blowing nose constantly, coughing…) “OK, I’m sick.” 😛
I rarely put up the “macho” front…but when it comes to having a cold, I’m a tough bastard…until I give in and become a weak sister in need of someone to “Mommy” him. 😛 I like my freedoms as a bachelor…but when I get sick? Yah, a girlfriend or wife would be nice now…stat. 😛 Such a wuss.
Kobe Lee for your Sunday. 🙂