More about males with malaise:
The phenomenon of males unable to handle the barest of sniffles dates back to caveman times.
I imagine the conversation between the stricken cave-male and his long suffering cave-mate went something like this:
Caveman: Me no feel good.
Cavewoman: Me sorry.
Caveman: Bring cloth soaked in coconut oil for my chest.
Cavewoman: (muttering) Me do. (She proceeds to climb tree, retrieve coconut, press out oil, dip cloth into it, then spread it on to her man's chest.)
Caveman: Me still no feel good.
Cavewoman: Take bow and arrow and shoot food.
Caveman: Me too sick to use bow and arrow.
Cavewoman: Give me arrow. Me know where to put it. (Where the sun don't shine.)
Gem for the day: men will always be the weaker sex.