No sick leave.
I know it's just a cold, and it's only been 24 hours, but I'm tired, and I have deadlines.
Can I catch man-flu? That would sound more serious, and I might get some sympathy. I could lie a-bed and request cups of hot tea hourly, and make sick, sad faces at the children so they're quiet.
And when no-one's looking, I could do a little of my latest crochet project, and maybe read a little of the book that's been lying neglected by my bedside.
Do men ever dream of being sick just so they can have a rest?