Hypocondria
Created | Updated Jan 28, 2002
My cousin, yvonne who lives in sheffield is asthmatic. It's a serious problem.
If she wants to sleep, she has to sleep in a room full of dust that can irritate her lungs and make her very sick.
She takes her inhaler with her everywhere. If she didn't at some point she would have to be taken to hospital and probably have a lot of unpleasant things done to her lungs.
When she sleeps, then, she has to sleep:
* on a bed
*with her inhaler right next to her
*propped up by a huge cushion which does not making sleeping easy
so of course, I feel sorry for her.
My best friend, Sally who lives near me in Liverpool is allergic to wasps. She has hay fever. She is allergic to milk. She is allergic to dust. She's probably allergic to her own shadow. You name any type of illness, she's got it!
So, naturally, you'd think, I feel even more sorry for sally! WRONG! OK for a couple of weeks I could put up with 'I can't walk' 'I can't breathe' 'I don't have any legs' blah blah blah. But eventually I had to say 'shut up, you're getting on my nerves!'
Of course Sally becomes very defensive seeing as she's a walking corpse/ she neverhas any look / she just sprained her ankle for the millionth time etc.
This just showss how we as human beings are able to turn on and off our emotion at any time. As someone in the threepenny opera pointed out: 'if a man passes a blind man once, he will give him a pound, again and he will give him 50p, again and he will give him a punch in the jaw' or something to that effect.
If she wants to sleep, she has to sleep in a room full of dust that can irritate her lungs and make her very sick.
She takes her inhaler with her everywhere. If she didn't at some point she would have to be taken to hospital and probably have a lot of unpleasant things done to her lungs.
When she sleeps, then, she has to sleep:
* on a bed
*with her inhaler right next to her
*propped up by a huge cushion which does not making sleeping easy
so of course, I feel sorry for her.
My best friend, Sally who lives near me in Liverpool is allergic to wasps. She has hay fever. She is allergic to milk. She is allergic to dust. She's probably allergic to her own shadow. You name any type of illness, she's got it!
So, naturally, you'd think, I feel even more sorry for sally! WRONG! OK for a couple of weeks I could put up with 'I can't walk' 'I can't breathe' 'I don't have any legs' blah blah blah. But eventually I had to say 'shut up, you're getting on my nerves!'
Of course Sally becomes very defensive seeing as she's a walking corpse/ she neverhas any look / she just sprained her ankle for the millionth time etc.
This just showss how we as human beings are able to turn on and off our emotion at any time. As someone in the threepenny opera pointed out: 'if a man passes a blind man once, he will give him a pound, again and he will give him 50p, again and he will give him a punch in the jaw' or something to that effect.
