I have a cold

[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.