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Originally Posted by Trev
I find that very interesting because when I'm ill I usually just suck it up and try to get on. Even Toni knows to leave me alone because she gets the "I'm not a fucking invalid!!!" line.
I guess I'm just cunty when I'm well and really cunty when I'm ill 
Edit: A sudden memory return has me now knowing why I'm this way. I worked for my father for 11 years, lived with him for the first 2. Not much chance of time off for illness in that situation.  |
That's another important issue. My husband was a dock supervisor once, nonunion of course, and they all were flat out told: no calling in sick or your fired. During that horrific winter, I'd send him off to work dressed like the little kid in the cartoons that was wearing so many layers he couldn't move his arms, glassy eyed from fever, sick as a dog. He had a wife and kids, a good salary, great benefits and no options. I prayed he wouldn't get pneumonia. He just prayed he wouldn't get fired, skipping over that pneumonia thing entirely.
There are a lot of women who know that feeling, Trev. They're just as cunty when they're sick, too, because they have no options.