I’ll admit, I get stressed over things that most men wouldn’t, simply because I belong to the female gender.
Women tend to take things slightly more personal then men, so when you have personal, job, and health-related stress, that tends to add up.
Basically what it said was not all that surprising. Women can handle the same workload as men (as we all argue). However, when they do, they tend to exercise far less, smoke more, and eat worse foods. Men, on the other hand, tend to not change their exercise, eating, or smoking habits when work gets stressful and somtimes will do the opposite. (IE: Work out more to vent stress. Eat less to get more done. etc.)
‘Scared to death’ is also more than just a statement too.
Broken heart deaths also occur not just because of a particular date, but because of the loss of an extreme love and this has been known to happen to elderly couples who lose their spouse. After a very short period of time following that spouse’s death, the other follows.
Your brain’s perception of such events causes very real physical changes to the body.
By that statement, I would imagine that this type of thing would happen more to women then men.
This may be a stereotype, bbuuuttttt…
Women do tend to remember anniversaries a lot more than men do.
At least in my experience, they do.
Therefore, with the common rememberances of these things, women would be more stressed, and this stress—added to poor heart conditions, other health issues, etc.—could cause this “Death by Broken Heart” thing.
On the other hand, the men would always have that nagging “Is today that day? Have I forgotten?” feeling going on in the backs of their minds, thus adding to their stress levels and making them more likely to keel over from cardiac arrest at any further bit of stress.
My paternal grandfather died just three months after my grandmother. I was only in first grade at the time. They lived about an hour and a half away in Lawrenceburg, so I didn’t see them often, but I remember our last visit to my grandfather. Even at that young age I knew he was deeply sad (depressed). My father wanted prepare him a can of soup and my grandfather told him that he wasn’t hungry. He died later that week of a heart attack I believe. There was no warning.
