I believe men are worse. Women usually just quietly suffer and as long as there's a couch, a blanket, and Showcase Diva, you normally don't hear a word. They'll eat whatever disaster on a plate is served to them, apologize profusely when you have to make a cup of tea for them, and lie in a haze until better days show up.
Men on the other hand play it for all they can... these are only a few of the things I've heard with my own ears.
M: Juuuuuuice... where's my juuuuuuice? This has PULP in it. I can't drink juice with PULP...
W: But you love the pulp.
M: My throat is sore. It hurts going down. You have to go to the store and get juice with no pulp.
M (on phone): I'm burning up. You need to come home now. This isn't a normal cold. I think I have yellow fever.
W: Maybe it's Meningitis.
M: Oh my god, do you think so? Isn't that fatal?
W: Or, could be flesh eating disease...
M: What if I caught Sars on that stopover in Toronto?
W: That was, like, years ago...
Man over a two hour period:
Can you bring me: chicken soup, ice cream, ginger ale with no ice, raspberry smoothie, tea with honey, kleenex, magazine, another pillow, tylenol, take my temperature, diet coke with ice, chap stick, cough syrup, cherry halls, ipod...