Ladies, I’m about to throw it DOWN and get REAL up in dis place!
There’s something that has been bothering me for possibly 20 some years now; possibly a little longer!
I’m pretty sure, it’s something that has bothered you more than once in your life as well.
What am I talkin’ bout?
Oh wait, let me clarify myself….
MEN THAT WHEN THEY ARE SICK, ARE TOTAL AND UTTER PANSIES!
What’s up with that? I mean really?!
They get a little cold, the same cold you had three (3) weeks prior yet THEY are dying! (not literally, but you get my drift)
- They can’t do a damn thing and expect you to bend over backwards for them!
- They expect YOU to call the doctor for them
- They expect YOU to be extra sweet and get what they want for them, when they want it
- They expect YOU to sympathize with them and feel sorry for them
When you’re sick……
- YOU are still expected to cook meals for them
- YOU are still expected to clean the house
- YOU are still expected to take care of the animals and/or children
- YOU are still expected to perform like you would on a NON-SICK day
WHAT is UP with THIS?
Is it Mommy syndrome or something?
Now recently, I’ve had conversations with a few of you about our poor little sick hubbies and come to find out many of you experience this kind of “Poor sick me”.
I’ve recently been directly dealing with this as my hubs has pulled his back (somehow) and has a hard time getting out of bed and moving around. TRUST ME! I KNOW HOW THIS FEELS! About two (2) years, I pulled my back out. Couldn’t figure it out for the life of me what I did. I called the doctor, got an appointment, went to see him and was sent for xrays/mri, whatever you call it. Left with some “happy pills” and instructions of not sitting around on my bum, ice – heat – ice, and take your anti-inflammatory/muscle relaxants.
Ok, I’m down with that. I can’t help but ROLL out of bed and try to make myself presentable for work. Sit on my bum all day at work, typing, answering the phones, and pretending nothing is wrong. Come home after my 8 hour day on the job and cook the hubs dinner, do laundry, and whatever else needs to be done.
Did you see that?
I called the doctor, got an appointment, went to see him
Yet, my hubs (who is experiencing the same kind of back pain) goes for several days complaining….despite me telling him to call the doctor
Then complains because he drives all day and can’t get to the doctor….despite me telling him to go to the walk-in clinic because he doesn’t want to wait
Then eventually (after getting ignorant with me via text messages) calls the doctor who then tells him, you need an appointment and just can’t call meds in AND gets made at me cause I told him to call the doctor….like I knew he wouldn’t just give HIM meds? My doc gives them to me via the phone all the time!
Then, after fussing, gimping, and whining for a week, decides to go to the walk-in clinic.
Doesn’t get xrays, just prescriptions for meds and instructions to ice-heat-ice.
Said hubs pops meds and still getting no discomfort…despite me telling him several things to help him out.
So I give no sympathy because I know how painful it is however, I was still expected to perform all my wifely duties….unlike HIM who has been sitting HIS bum all weekend (sitting on his bum after work every night is a norm).
Soooooo I ask you again
What the hell is up with that?
Why the double standard?
And Why is THEIR pain so much WORSE than OURS?
I’m all ear ladies………….. let’s dish!