It’s days like these that make me wish I were adopted… And female!

First off, my father managed to pull yet another muscle while playing tennis today.

Being a typical man (I still maintain I was fathered by an asexual alien!) not only was it the end of the world, but nobody has suffered pain like what he was! :rollseyes:

I must have faulty genes… Either that or I’m a woman trapped in a smurfs body… I’m not sure which it is, but either way, I just don’t quite get the genders capacity to make a mountain out of a mole-hill!

Nor their knack for managing to moan, groan, cry, whimper and snivel without needing to stop eating, drinking or pause for breath.

Can anyone explain it to me?

I mean, today is a case in point.

When my mother was bed-ridden for 3 months with gout and arthritis, I had to do the dishes, the cooking and what little cleaning I could manage, whilst being ill myself.

My father came home from work and was just too worn out to lift a finger (no big surprise there then! :rollseyes:)

When I’m really bad with pain in every bone, muscle and joint, he complains that he can’t hear the television for me trying to open the packet of painkillers.

He pulls a muscle… Just the one, even though anyone listening from outside would swear he’d had at least one leg amputated… Suddenly it’s all different.

Obviously there’s the required moaning, groaning, whimpering etc., yet maintaining the pretence of “bravely struggling on”… :hurl:

Yeah right!

Funny how the trying to do something always comes just after someone else has already done it, and even then involves even louder moaning and groaning accompanied by regular updates on how impossible it is to bend the leg and how he couldn’t possibly do… (insert ever growing list of activities here) whatever it is that either you want him to do, or that he wants someone else to do for him.

So we have the soldier on, stiff upper lip, nobody is buying it for a second, garbage.

Then we have the medications.

Oh do we ever!

My mother needed new painkillers when she was stuck in bed, all she got was “Why couldn’t you have told me before I left work, I’ve put the car away, it’ll have to wait until I get home tomorrow.”

I had to go to the doctors, and I had to arrange the appointment over a week later so it didn’t clash with him playing tennis or watching the tennis, the football or the Olympics.

Yet today we suddenly have every tablet, lotion, potion and pill out on the table looking for something to relieve the pain… Blah, blah, yadda, yadda, woof, woof.

Can you tell how little I care?
So, guess who gets the happy jobs of doing everything? Yep, mostly me.

Don’t suppose I’ll be able to move by the end of the week… And it’s only an hour into Monday! :-((

But enough of that…

On the plus side, I’ve found a way to copy my DVD’s onto the hard-drive of another computer, then transfer them through the network to the laptop so I can have nightly entertainment on tap.

It’s a pain, but at least it means I can still keep myself entertained at nights until I can get a replacement DVD drive.

Short of someone breaking in to steal the laptop, which isn’t very likely I’m all set. Now I just need to either find a replacement drive, or get the repair shop to order one in advance so I don’t have to be without the computer for long.

:sigh: Am I the only one who finds it all rather pathetic that I can’t bare to live without my laptop because I wouldn’t know what to do or how to function?

I swear we’re too reliant on technology these days!

*saves entry and runs back to DVD-a-thon* :-p