This is a topic that always gets me into trouble with friends. My best friend once went to the ER for a yeast infection. Maybe you ladies will jump all over me, but the ER is basically for loss of limbs, heart attacks, etc. You know, emergencies. I realize she was uncomfortable, but...I wouldn't go to the ER for such a thing.
I got in a fight with my ex-bf yesterday. I confided in him about something (I stood up, and it was basically likea pregnant woman's water breaking - I guess I lost control of my bladder). I'm only 27, so obviously, that was devastating to me, so I am telling him about it and he says, "That's all right. There are people who are worse off" (this was via IM, so the spelling errors are a direct quote). I got SO pissed. I said, "You whine like a f***ing two year-old when you have a cold, and I piss all over myself at 27 because my bladder is about to fall out of me (it's prolapsed) and all you can say is, "other people have it worse"?!?!?!?!
Really? Just last month I hurt my wrist, but didn't go to the doctor for several weeks because the pain wasn't that bad. By the time I got fed up with the throbbing and sought medical treatment, the broken bone had healed enough that I avoided a cast. I suppose this is an effort at the self-treating we ladies are apparently fond of.
May I also say, what is up with doctors attributing symptoms to stress? Half the time when I am sick and see a doctor, I am told there is nothing wrong with me and I just need to relax. Then when I come back two days later, worse than before, I suddenly have mono or strep or bronchitis.
My mom's a homemaker and my dad's a rancher. So both of them would soldier through just about anything. Mom wasn't feeling well? She'd pop some Sudafed and keep up with the maintenance of the farmhouse, do a million loads of pesticide-and-diesel-fuel stained laundry, cook, vacuum, take me and my brother to school. Even if she felt awful, she'd just try to grin and bear it, because there were so many things she had to do every single day. If you're on a ranch, being a homemaker and raising kids can be a lot of work.
However, if Dad was feeling poorly enough to stay home for one day, it was the end of the world. Dad almost NEVER missed a single day of work, because his fields and his cattle are his livelihood.
To this day (if I'm not contagious!) I'll just take some Dayquil and try to get on with my day. I just want to be left the fuck alone so I can suffer in peace and do what I need to do and then come home and sleep. However, every man I've ever dated has wanted cuddling and coddling when they're sick. I suppose, like many others, I've been socialized to believe that women just suck it up and deal with minor illnesses, and most of the men I know have been socialized to believe that HAVING A COLD IS THE END TIMES OMG.
I normally don't buy into the whole women are communicators and chattier than men, but in this case it might be true. I obsess over symptoms and mention whenever something weird is hurting, but I don't whine or complain about it. And I have had a few surgeries over the last couple of years and didn't make a huge deal out of it. My husband doesn't get sick that often, but when he has a cold it is like he is dying of cancer and he gets completely mopey and needy.
@treecut...Grim Reaper of the forest: I hate to reinforce this stereotype but for one example I had some tests come back showing abnormal liver values. While my doctor and I were sorting this out, I was really, really scared and anxious and when I am like that I don't sleep much. My husband was also somewhat anxious and started having panic attacks which he and my (our really) doctor talked each other into deciding that he might be having a heart attack.
I ended up outpatient and going to various things only for my doc to conclude my liver was complaining about some of my medications.
My husband ended up transported to the hospital in an ambulance for a four day stay in a cardiac unit. They did an arteriogram to discover that his arteries were as clean as a kid's...a healthy kid's I mean.
So. Yeah. Sometimes this stereotype tends to be true.
I also love it when you decide to relate your symptoms to explain why you are out or can't do something, and then the person says, "Oh, my mom had those exact symptoms and she was misdiagnosed with X (whatever it is you have) and she died six months later."
I always worry that I'm exaggerating. Like, what I'm feeling can't possibly be that bad. This past June I suddenly felt electric, stabbing pains in the back of my head. I figured "Meh, just a twitch, can't be too terrible." Then I was incapacitated for a day and a half and diagnosed with neuralgia. So, yeah, I trust my body now.
@LaComtesse: Because I have CFS and fibromyalgia, I do often have a very hard time taking my symptoms as real. I often accuse myself of faking it to get out of things I don't want to do. Then I have to point out to myself that if I'm faking it, why don't I get to do the things I do want to do?
When I had to go into the hospital to get my gall bladder out after putting it off until it was an emergency basically I still had my teeth cleaned that morning as scheduled. I figured it couldn't be THAT bad that my hospital admission couldn't wait until the afternoon. D'oh.
I know many of us are shocked that fewer men admit to exaggerating symptoms than women, but I think it makes total sense. The fact is that the other 24 % of men really believe they're that sick. I'm not sure which group is more pathetic.
Why do so many women exaggerate then? Because a woman has to get a doctor's note proving she is 98% dead before she can go take a nap.
It's extremely annoying to be around those drama queens who exaggerate every symptom.
It's one thing to communicate symptoms as a way to figure out what's wrong with you, to let people close to you know what's going on if you have a chronic or debilitating condition, or just to let people know why you aren't quite yourself.
It's quite another to yammer on and on in every conversation about your effing allergies, cold, period cramps, bum knee or whatever. Buck up and get on with your day, or go get treatment already!
Not that I'm reacting to anything going on around me or anything.
I've always been really avoidant of going to the doctor, even at times when I probably should have gone -- a combination of not wanting my folks to worry (when I still lived at home) and not wanting to become that person who runs to the doctor for every cough and sneeze -- so I tend to downplay my symptoms to everyone else and then worry like hell privately. Lately I've gotten better about going when I'm supposed to, though... I guess that's what having a low co-pay does.
Ha the problem I have is that I am the daughter of two doctors, you had to be all but dead to get a day off school growing up in my family. Sadly this attitude has passed down to my sister, my brother and I and hence on to our kids. We are the least sympathetic family on earth. Don't have gangrene, limbs not hanging off, temperature not over 105, don't talk to us then.
@emilyanne: That's the norm in the medical field. If you can still walk, you're fine enough to work. It's ironic, really, that practicing medicine is bad for your health (sleep deprivation, random schedules, no time to eat a decent meal, not allowed to get sick, etc etc).
@Mafalda para Presidente: I know it's crazy. My sister's son split his head open at school recently and she took him to the ER got his head sewn up and then was all 'lets go back to school now as mummy has to go back to work and your fine' Funnily enough the school didn't see it that way. My sister is a doctor.
My experience has taught me the opposite. Usually the men I know are the ones who whine most loudly at the slightest symptoms.
That said, you bet I milk my illnesses for all it's worth. It's the one time we adults are allowed to be "spoiled" by our parents in a socially acceptable way.
Once when my boyfriend had a sore throat, fever and fatigue, he became CONVINCED he had mono. I mean he was going ON about it. So of course I freaked 'cause I thought there was no way I wouldn't get it too, and then my whole family was worried...
...and then he gets tested and all he has a flu. And to this day he insists he never said he had a sore throat; apparently I made up the part where he had me examine the back of his throat for white pus. (In his defense though, he did admit his high fever might have made him forget the whole thing. But still...)
@water baby: oh I went out with someone like that once, the slightest deviation in his health had him imagining fatal diseases. One of the reasons we split up was that I couldn't help laughing every time he told me he had pnuemonia, or the first stages of renal failure or possible mono or you name it. Oddly enough he told me I was unsympathetic. I could only agree.
the people i know who have chronic health problems that they feel the need to mention within the first 15 minutes of speaking to them? always, always, always women.
i have a family member who is ridiculous about it. over 10 years ago, her laser-treated out-patient gall bladder surgery required a two day hospital stay. she has everything under the sun. diabetes? yes. stomach problems? yes. periodically has to get her esophagus stretched because it's too small? (!!!?!?!) yes. headaches? yes. she's on meds for whatever. even her sisters - two of which are nurses! - acknowledge that whatever ailment is diagnosed, she always has it with more pain, more intensity, more whatever. she stays home because she doesn't 'feel well' all the time.
and yet! she's always well enough for bunco night and for weekends out with the girls.
I have a chronic illness (rheumatoid arthritis) and I sometimes find myself mentioning this fact in the first few minutes of a conversation. SOmetimes it just comes up- if you ask me to do something and I can't, if I am limping, if I am wearing a brace. I don't feel well a lot of the time and stay home a lot- but damn when I am feeling up to it I want to party like it's 1999 because I know that tomorrow I will feel like crap and not be able to. I don't know, your compassion seems to be wearing thin. Just because you can't see a disease don't mean it isn't real and disabling.
@JezJinx: Yeah. I don't know. I have a shitload of stuff going on medically but most of it is irrelevant. You won't hear about it from me. But most people I get to know end up hearing about my fibromyalgia because it's the reason I usually can't do the "weekend with the girls" or go to the Halloween Party.
And nobody's ever invited me to play bunco which has left a deep psychological wound that I won't explore here (I'm kidding).
But I also understand about resting up and using the good days to their fullest potential. It looks like it's more selective than it really is and is hard for others to understand.
@rednrowdy: My mom had her esophagus stretched a couple years ago. She never really mentions it, and I have never heard of ANYONE else having this procedure.
@JezJinx: i have many dear friends with chronic illnesses, and i have compassion in spades, but i think everyone has a point when they talk to a friend and you ask them "how's it going" and you get an entire recount of their last medical exam that you say to yourself "okay, asking this person 'how's it going' is a loaded question".
also, this family member has children, and her medical exaggeration habits rub off on them far too much. it's one thing if your medical stuff only affects you, but when you have kids, they see how you behave and either mimic that or reject it. unfortunately, her kids have a tendency to mimic her behavior and it's not good.
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I got in a fight with my ex-bf yesterday. I confided in him about something (I stood up, and it was basically likea pregnant woman's water breaking - I guess I lost control of my bladder). I'm only 27, so obviously, that was devastating to me, so I am telling him about it and he says, "That's all right. There are people who are worse off" (this was via IM, so the spelling errors are a direct quote). I got SO pissed. I said, "You whine like a f***ing two year-old when you have a cold, and I piss all over myself at 27 because my bladder is about to fall out of me (it's prolapsed) and all you can say is, "other people have it worse"?!?!?!?!
12/17/08
May I also say, what is up with doctors attributing symptoms to stress? Half the time when I am sick and see a doctor, I am told there is nothing wrong with me and I just need to relax. Then when I come back two days later, worse than before, I suddenly have mono or strep or bronchitis.
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However, if Dad was feeling poorly enough to stay home for one day, it was the end of the world. Dad almost NEVER missed a single day of work, because his fields and his cattle are his livelihood.
To this day (if I'm not contagious!) I'll just take some Dayquil and try to get on with my day. I just want to be left the fuck alone so I can suffer in peace and do what I need to do and then come home and sleep. However, every man I've ever dated has wanted cuddling and coddling when they're sick. I suppose, like many others, I've been socialized to believe that women just suck it up and deal with minor illnesses, and most of the men I know have been socialized to believe that HAVING A COLD IS THE END TIMES OMG.
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I ended up outpatient and going to various things only for my doc to conclude my liver was complaining about some of my medications.
My husband ended up transported to the hospital in an ambulance for a four day stay in a cardiac unit. They did an arteriogram to discover that his arteries were as clean as a kid's...a healthy kid's I mean.
So. Yeah. Sometimes this stereotype tends to be true.
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When I had to go into the hospital to get my gall bladder out after putting it off until it was an emergency basically I still had my teeth cleaned that morning as scheduled. I figured it couldn't be THAT bad that my hospital admission couldn't wait until the afternoon. D'oh.
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Why do so many women exaggerate then? Because a woman has to get a doctor's note proving she is 98% dead before she can go take a nap.
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It's one thing to communicate symptoms as a way to figure out what's wrong with you, to let people close to you know what's going on if you have a chronic or debilitating condition, or just to let people know why you aren't quite yourself.
It's quite another to yammer on and on in every conversation about your effing allergies, cold, period cramps, bum knee or whatever. Buck up and get on with your day, or go get treatment already!
Not that I'm reacting to anything going on around me or anything.
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That said, you bet I milk my illnesses for all it's worth. It's the one time we adults are allowed to be "spoiled" by our parents in a socially acceptable way.
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...and then he gets tested and all he has a flu. And to this day he insists he never said he had a sore throat; apparently I made up the part where he had me examine the back of his throat for white pus. (In his defense though, he did admit his high fever might have made him forget the whole thing. But still...)
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i have a family member who is ridiculous about it. over 10 years ago, her laser-treated out-patient gall bladder surgery required a two day hospital stay. she has everything under the sun. diabetes? yes. stomach problems? yes. periodically has to get her esophagus stretched because it's too small? (!!!?!?!) yes. headaches? yes. she's on meds for whatever. even her sisters - two of which are nurses! - acknowledge that whatever ailment is diagnosed, she always has it with more pain, more intensity, more whatever. she stays home because she doesn't 'feel well' all the time.
and yet! she's always well enough for bunco night and for weekends out with the girls.
12/17/08
I have a chronic illness (rheumatoid arthritis) and I sometimes find myself mentioning this fact in the first few minutes of a conversation. SOmetimes it just comes up- if you ask me to do something and I can't, if I am limping, if I am wearing a brace. I don't feel well a lot of the time and stay home a lot- but damn when I am feeling up to it I want to party like it's 1999 because I know that tomorrow I will feel like crap and not be able to. I don't know, your compassion seems to be wearing thin. Just because you can't see a disease don't mean it isn't real and disabling.
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And nobody's ever invited me to play bunco which has left a deep psychological wound that I won't explore here (I'm kidding).
But I also understand about resting up and using the good days to their fullest potential. It looks like it's more selective than it really is and is hard for others to understand.
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also, this family member has children, and her medical exaggeration habits rub off on them far too much. it's one thing if your medical stuff only affects you, but when you have kids, they see how you behave and either mimic that or reject it. unfortunately, her kids have a tendency to mimic her behavior and it's not good.
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