I’m sick. Boo-hoo for me and a giant, “WAAAAAH.” Thinking about it, this is pretty much the way a GUY reacts to being sick…
First Stage: “Machismo Pride”: “What do you mean, I look pasty and droopy…I’M NOT SICK!!!”
Second Stage: “The possibility exists”: “aaaaaaa….aaaaaa….aaaaa…AAAAAAAACHOOOOO!!!!” (wipes nose and feels runny throat) “Uh, oh. Dammit.”
Third Stage: “Acceptance”: “Bed. Soup. Other hot liquids. NOW. Oh, and waaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!! I’m sick…baby and watch over me!!!”
I think that covers it, no? 😉
“Tolstoy”