Women don’t have time to get sick. Between work, family, husbands, kids, and pets, there’s simply no room on the schedule for a fever. When a woman does catch something, her standard response is, “Honey, I’ll be fine tomorrow.” And by morning, she’s back to being a real-life Supermom and Kitchen Warrior.
Men, on the other hand, only need to sneeze or get a runny nose to immediately take to their beds, acting as if they’re facing a terminal illness. One woman perfectly captured this “man flu” phenomenon in a hilarious poem. AdmiGram.com loves how accurately she portrays all the “hardships and trials of a sick man.”
The Ultimate “Man Flu” Poem
On the crumpled, snowy sheet he lies,
With a face so worn, ashen, and wise,
Like a victim of a fever’s cruel guise,
Staring at the wall as his energy dies.
He groans and sighs, as if in labor’s throes,
The thermometer shakes, the tension grows,
All the deep torment and sorrow he knows,
While the cold sweat trickles down to his toes.
From his trembling chin, a soft whimper breaks,
He whispers, dramatic, with shivering shakes,
“How will you manage?” — for everyone’s sake,
As the bedroom turns to a tragic scene.
The voices are hushed, the curtains are tight,
The room is cast in a dim, dreary light,
He’s safely tucked in to survive the night…
Though his forehead reads just ninety-nine!
