I have a cold

[Evil Chris]

Thanks Morgan... it's not fun. I had one of these last winter too.

FB is taking good care of me, though.
I got the Absorbine Jr treatment last night. *gasp* could it be that I'm at the age where I need to buy an electric blanket?

[Funbrunette]

Why is it that when men are sick they're always "more" sick than us women? lol

[Trev]

Originally Posted by Funbrunette

Why is it that when men are sick they're always "more" sick than us women? lol

Not wanting to ruin my chance of you being the next ex-Mrs Jenkins, I'd have to say that's utter shite.



Flame away, I'm far too busy to care.

[Trev]

Oh and sorry to hear you're not 100% Chris, I hope you feel better soon man.

[MorganGrayson]

Originally Posted by Trev

Not wanting to ruin my chance of you being the next ex-Mrs Jenkins, I'd have to say that's utter shite.



Flame away, I'm far too busy to care.

I'll field this one.

Men in this society are trained from birth to think and act a certain way. They've done studies that showed the nurses in the hospital nurseries even carry boy babies differently than they do girl babies. They carry girl babies much more tenderly and carry boys like they're heading for the goal line. There comes a time in most (I said "most," not "all") boys lives when he runs to his Dad for a hug and to his shock gets a handshake. Men are supposed to be strong; they're supposed to be providers; they're supposed to be protectors. (A woman who does the "stay at home Mom" thing is "exercising her options." A man who does the exact same thing, with just as much quality...is unemployed.)

A lot of men are stripped of the essence of their being when they get sick and shoved into a role they aren't equipped to handle: being dependent and helpless. Nobody functions well when the rules suddenly change on them.

When I get sick, or worse, am in pain, I'm allowed to cry. A while back, my husband had this idiotic accident involving a running cat and his foot attempting to go into a shoe. He had to jolt sideways to avoid hurting the cat and in doing so, ripped his big toenail right off. I cried, he didn't. Occasionally I mention that I wouldn't be a man for all the money in the world. How the hell can a person have a body part ripped right off and be in that much pain and not cry????

And, if the ladies will forgive me, it's also possible that being sick puts a man in a position for a little payback time. "I took care of YOU, now you take care of ME."

I'll be over here with Trev when the flames start....

[Dravyk]

This actually has to do with Morgan's post, but before I forget ... Feel better, Chris!

There is "lonely" and there is "being alone". Some folks think they're the same thing. I'm sure most of the folks who consider it two seperate things at one time, when young, considered it the same thing. I know I had to learn it; luckily I learned it early.

What's this have to do with men when sick? Living alone in Philly and later in NYC, I was "alone", but never felt "lonely". Until I got sick.

Nothing sucks more than when one (especially a male!) is by himself and there's no one around to pamper him when he's sick. It's definitely a vulnerable, miserable rotten time. I felt cheated (if I didn't have a girlfriend at the time) because it indeed is the one time we men usually have that chance to "succumb and crumble" just a wee bit.

Ok, now I'm going to be teased for being honest. On with it, ya bloody nancys!

[MorganGrayson]

Originally Posted by Dravyk

This actually has to do with Morgan's post, but before I forget ... Feel better, Chris!

There is "lonely" and there is "being alone". Some folks think they're the same thing. I'm sure most of the folks who consider it two seperate things at one time, when young, considered it the same thing. I know I had to learn it; luckily I learned it early.

What's this have to do with men when sick? Living alone in Philly and later in NYC, I was "alone", but never felt "lonely". Until I got sick.

Nothing sucks more than when one (especially a male!) is by himself and there's no one around to pamper him when he's sick. It's definitely a vulnerable, miserable rotten time. I felt cheated (if I didn't have a girlfriend at the time) because it indeed is the one time we men usually have that chance to "succumb and crumble" just a wee bit.

Ok, now I'm going to be teased for being honest. On with it, ya bloody nancys!

I have to go make a pot of coffee, but I'll be right back for this one...and believe me...you will NOT be taking a hit.

[MorganGrayson]

I'm back, with coffee.

First, thank you for your honesty, Dravyk.

The difference between "being alone" and "being lonely" is huge, and horrifying when one encounters it.

Being sick strips you of your claim on adulthood. Everyone, male or female, is immediately turned into a child when they're sick. You've lost control over the one thing that is truly yours to claim: your body. Something as fundamentally simple as a cold (it's a virus, you can't prevent it, you can't cure it, but it's just a low-on-the-totem-pole virus) makes your body start doing all manner of disgusting, uncomfortable and painful things. This is the time when you want Mom (or whomever is playing the part of "Mom" in your own personal drama) to show up with the brand new boxes of tissue, the juice, the chicken soup, the "there, there, honey, you'll feel better soon." Whether you're male or female, you want this "Mom" person to show up. If the "Mom" person isn't there...welcome to true, agonizing loneliness. (You're not only sick as a dog, nobody loves you, you want to just eat worms and die.)

When I was a child, I made quite the habit of getting strep throat. (I didn't find out how truly sick I was this time until I was an adult and my Mom told me.) My father came home from work and I can still see him peeking his head around the corner of my room. He'd brought me Three Muskateers bars and comic books. I began to improve immediately. Well, somewhere in the one-long-conversation-over-coffee that has been my marriage, I told my husband that story. He mentally filed it away...and pulled it out once when I got sick. He had to go to a Comic Book Shoppe to find Wonder Woman, but he found her, and bought me Three Muskateers bars. (Never "cry for happy" when your sick, it does lousy things to your sinuses.) Now, he just brings the candy and damned if it doesn't work.

He doesn't get sick often, but once he was absolutely bedridden. I made homemade soup and went out and got him a stack of magazines...including Playboy and Penthouse. (That still ranks as one of my favorite shopping experiences...ah the facial expressions!) He would add a parenthetical note here never to laugh that hard when you've got bronchitis, it hurts like hell.

Yes, men are quite the chore when they're sick, aren't they, ladies? However, what a lot of ladies don't realize is that they're looking in a mirror. I *know* I'm sullen and miserable to be around when I'm sick. All I want to do is curl up and die. I personally feel that I've done quite enough for the "having a condition cause," thank you very much, and should therefore be exempt from such pedestrian things as colds and the flu. However, that memo obviously wasn't sent out.

Note to FB: this has nothing to do with you or your comment anymore. We've lapsed into one of those philosophical discussions that break out every one in a while.

Note to everybody: chicken soup really does work. The Jewish mothers of the world weren't making that up. They tested the stuff in a laboratory and all the scientists went .

[Trev]

Originally Posted by Dravyk

This actually has to do with Morgan's post, but before I forget ... Feel better, Chris!

There is "lonely" and there is "being alone". Some folks think they're the same thing. I'm sure most of the folks who consider it two seperate things at one time, when young, considered it the same thing. I know I had to learn it; luckily I learned it early.

What's this have to do with men when sick? Living alone in Philly and later in NYC, I was "alone", but never felt "lonely". Until I got sick.

Nothing sucks more than when one (especially a male!) is by himself and there's no one around to pamper him when he's sick. It's definitely a vulnerable, miserable rotten time. I felt cheated (if I didn't have a girlfriend at the time) because it indeed is the one time we men usually have that chance to "succumb and crumble" just a wee bit.

Ok, now I'm going to be teased for being honest. On with it, ya bloody nancys!

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.

[MorganGrayson]

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.