Mommy...I don't feel so hot....
People like to mother me.
Today, with my stomach churning and burning, and me thinking I either have an ulcer, or stomach cancer, I mention to someone who also reports to my boss that my stomach is trying to kill me, and I feel like hell. I just needed to bitch at someone.
Not 5 minutes later, I get a frantic phone call from my boss asking my why I'm at work if I feel like hell, and to go to the doctor. She has since told me about 5 times to go to a doctor. (I haven't gone because the doctors here, or at least my doctor, is rather ineffectual, and a pain in the ass. I might visit the ER however.)
Women have always done this to me. There must be some kind of "pet me, hold me, love me" sign over my head. When I worked retail, the older ladies would always let me come to them for advice, for those snippets of wisdom that mother's usually give their daughters, that I'm sure most daughters could live without. I loved it-they'd feed me, drive me home, tell me it was ok to rely on someone once and awhile, to be weak, to not "take it like a man" as I usually do.
I don't usually experience much of a bond with other women, likely due to my early motherloss, and I have trouble relating woman to woman unless it IS in a mother/child kind of way. I automatically defer to that relationship, and I assume it's because I've never known any other way to be with a woman, never outgrew being a "girl" with a female authority figure, with any type of older female. I find myself slipping into this role, and being entirely too comfortable with it, like a stray cat that loves you.
So today, having my boss repeatedly question if I was ok, making it clear that yes, she really was interested in my welfare, and really did want me to go to the doctor, I liked it. I liked having someone worry for me. I liked having a woman think of me, worry a tiny bit for me. I liked knowing someone cared.
ISn't it the bizarrest thing that this person is my boss?
Today, with my stomach churning and burning, and me thinking I either have an ulcer, or stomach cancer, I mention to someone who also reports to my boss that my stomach is trying to kill me, and I feel like hell. I just needed to bitch at someone.
Not 5 minutes later, I get a frantic phone call from my boss asking my why I'm at work if I feel like hell, and to go to the doctor. She has since told me about 5 times to go to a doctor. (I haven't gone because the doctors here, or at least my doctor, is rather ineffectual, and a pain in the ass. I might visit the ER however.)
Women have always done this to me. There must be some kind of "pet me, hold me, love me" sign over my head. When I worked retail, the older ladies would always let me come to them for advice, for those snippets of wisdom that mother's usually give their daughters, that I'm sure most daughters could live without. I loved it-they'd feed me, drive me home, tell me it was ok to rely on someone once and awhile, to be weak, to not "take it like a man" as I usually do.
I don't usually experience much of a bond with other women, likely due to my early motherloss, and I have trouble relating woman to woman unless it IS in a mother/child kind of way. I automatically defer to that relationship, and I assume it's because I've never known any other way to be with a woman, never outgrew being a "girl" with a female authority figure, with any type of older female. I find myself slipping into this role, and being entirely too comfortable with it, like a stray cat that loves you.
So today, having my boss repeatedly question if I was ok, making it clear that yes, she really was interested in my welfare, and really did want me to go to the doctor, I liked it. I liked having someone worry for me. I liked having a woman think of me, worry a tiny bit for me. I liked knowing someone cared.
ISn't it the bizarrest thing that this person is my boss?
You say it all like it's a BAD thing. Trust me: having a boss that cares is a godsend. (Not that I would know, or anything....hahaha) ;-)
And yes, you SHOULD get it checked out. But if we both get ulcers at the same time, that would be MUCHO BIZARRO.
Did I tell you I have to go for a barrium swallow? That should be 'fun'. (not)
Posted by
Anonymous |
6:38 p.m.
Hey, I say take it where you can get it!
Besides, don't I worry about you enough?? Because if I don't I can definitely bring it up a notch. ;)
Posted by
Anonymous |
9:57 p.m.
I love my boss.
I went to the freaking ER, to be told it's the Flu. Now, last time I checked, the Flu doesn't come and go on a weekly basis, nor does it usually involve writhing on the bed, or burping up the stench of death. But what do I know?
Posted by
thordora |
6:08 p.m.
Do you have heart burn? It actually could be Gastroenteritis, which is the inflamation of the stomach linning. Heh, just somthing I remembered from googling all the things the Doctors thought I had.
I don't suppose you've thought of the fact that people LIKE you and are therefore concerned about you. HA!
I had a friend show up to visit me in hospital, AND tracked me down on Friday to my sister in laws house while I was in town for the ER visit. Shocked was me. I'm not used to having people care like that.
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