i am not a good sick person
my friend c says that men are not good sick people: they are grumpy, overly dramatic and feel sorry for themselves when they're ill. i can't agree with her opinion because it overgeneralizes, i've met plenty of stoic men who suffer through illness, and her description fits me to a tee. i'm not a man. i'm just a woman with a head cold that is trying to develop into something else -- a nagging cough, a sinus infection or something similarly nasty. it's making me cranky; it's making me tired; it's making me fed up that i'm sitting here at the kitchen table trying to concentrate on a document that needs my complete attention when i can't give it.
tomorrow i'm off to the ophthalmologist to complain bitterly that my three-year-old graduated lenses now only have two strengths: squint and squint harder. and because i'm in the midst of a deadline, i just know this will be the appointment where he has to put the glaucoma detecting drops in my eyes. that way i'll be stumbling around for the rest of the day, completely unable to find my laptop, let alone read what's on its screen.
tomorrow i'm off to the ophthalmologist to complain bitterly that my three-year-old graduated lenses now only have two strengths: squint and squint harder. and because i'm in the midst of a deadline, i just know this will be the appointment where he has to put the glaucoma detecting drops in my eyes. that way i'll be stumbling around for the rest of the day, completely unable to find my laptop, let alone read what's on its screen.