Covers pulled up to his eyeballs, four layers of clothing and unable to answer with much more than a grunt, some would have called a priest for The Last Rites. Wives think husbands are wusses. The response was fast and furious, and had I been being literal, I would have run out of sharp sticks. Now I was not surprised at the results of my poll, rather, I expected them. Regardless of race, color, or creed the same scenario is played out all over the world.
Husband gets sick, world stops turning.
For the duration of the malady, a man will shut out all outside influences and convalesce behind drawn shades. Most of us women will cater for the first day. Plus, despite what most men believe, we do not actually want them to suffer. The tide begins to change. Requests for jell-o take longer to be filled.