The Grohman Family

Every married woman has experienced mansickness. This uniquely masculine disease afflicts all men sooner or later, rendering them bedridden and weak, desperately in need of their wives’ tender mercies. Mansickness is a dreadful disease, draining from the women who encounter it all their compassion and mercy. So it was that when my 44 year old husband insisted he needed a colonoscopy, I rolled my eyes, mentally patted him on the head, and said, “Yes dear.” I called and verified coverage with the insurance, and I set up the appointment with the specialist, because only a man would insist on a colonoscopy for hemorrhoids. I told my friends and my mother, all of whom had scoffed with me; “It’s hemorrhoids, ya drama llama,” we all agreed. The day of the procedure, I dropped him off at the endoscopy center and left to get our kids from school. We planned to spend the afternoon at the park until they called to say he was done. Maybe because I expected them to call me I wasn’t at all ala