After waking up from a horrible nightmare (that sounds SO STUPID when I relate it, so don't even ask) I discovered that my low level stuffyness has turned into a full fledged cold. But I still feel fine, except for the whole hot stretched face thing I get when ill. So I am adamantly trying to fix it via hot tea, and some chicken carcasses which are currently in the oven and which will be a lovely thick broth in a few hours.
Because that's how I combat being ill. I make chicken soup from scratch. Ridiculous, I know.
At any rate, it puts a damper on plans for today which included a cleaning frenzy (not sure I have the energy) taxes (which will get done), and a steamed crab leg or panko encrusted scallop dinner... but I think the flavors are far too delicate for my mouth to currently appreciate them.
The point is, all this has me thinking about all the small obstacles or stops that happen in daily living, and how easy some are to get around, and how difficult others are to deal with. My passport, for example, is somewhere hidden in the apartment. THANKS CATS. Which normally wouldn't be a problem, but I'm trying to get my name changed on all my official documents, and I sort of need to have it with me. This makes it a Big Hassle. But not being able to cook the dinner I want? Not a big hassle!
Anyway, I'm sick today.
In a lot of popular media, when a woman gets sick, she's portrayed as being a martyr, while men are portrayed as being enlarged children who wine and moan and need to be taken care of. It's a pretty shitty portrayal for both parties, because for women, it says we must be self-sacrificing and that paying attention to our own needs is not acceptable. For men, it says they're juvenile idiots. Modern advertising often manages to be sexist in a way that's both misogynist and misandric at the same time, which is impressive in a saddening way. Men aren't all idiots, and women aren't all martyrs. It would be nice to see more ads with people behaving in non-gender-stereotyped ways.
In our house, JD does a lot of taking care of me when I'm ill. If I'm too ill to make my chicken soup, he goes and buys me soup from the drugstore or Trader Joe's, and he heats it up for me. It sounds like a little thing, but it's sweet, and it's him being the caretaker, a role men are often not shown in, even though many men do fill the role with ease. And when JD gets sick, he tries to hide it and tough it out in a way very similar to how moms are often shown in commercials. He just... ignores the sickness until it leaves his body, or takes over. I wish I could do that, but I guess I'm too much of a mess or something.
And now, I'm going to drink my tea, and prepare to give JD a sad, suffering face when he comes in the room, as a means to display that wah, I'm sick. Oh, and blow my nose. Nonstop. Because red, chapped nostrils are just so attractive.
Anyway, if this post makes less sense than normal... well, I guess I might be sicker than I think I am. Funzies.