You know how they say that men are the biggest babies when they get a cold and that women tend to remain more stoic?
These stereotypical roles are completely reversed in my house.
My spouse just quietly carries on when he is sick (he just gets a little grumpy). I, on the other hand, tend to whine and complain endlessly.
Come to think of it, I've whined less at the discomfort and myriad indignities of cancer and its treatments.
That being said, I feel like crap, and I really resent being sick on my last precious week off before resuming chemo.