by Zosie » Mon Apr 13, 2009 1:48 am
A couple of weeks back I was talking to my friend about his upcoming skiing trip, and I said "I'd love to go skiing again." This made him ask why I couldn't, so I explained that last time I went for five days, and only skied for two. The other three were spent in bed, hobbling to meals and then back again. I didn't do any of the extra activities either, since I was too worried it would make things worse. He was silent for a moment, then said "That must really suck." Which doesn't sound very sensitive, but after two years of no sympathy whatsoever, it was better than nothing.
(This is less of a sensitive comment, and more of a sensitive action.) Then last week I was in rehearsals for a show I'm working on this week. I swear, the entire cast for that show is falling apart. One of the actors, Fabian, has a serious problem with his back, which resulted in him being in a wheelchair at the end of last year, that came back pretty badly last week. Another one of them, Joe, has a serious problem with his knees, so he's kind of been hobbling everywhere.
Both of them turned up to rehearsals with no painkillers. I offered Fabian some until he could get to the pharmacy for something stronger. Then Joe needed some Ibuprofen, so I offered him some. He jokingly asked if I had an entire pharmacy in my bag, so I gave him a vague description of HMS. He immediately refused to take any painkillers from me, saying that I needed them more than him. I told him I was alright, that it was one of my good days, and he still refused. Then Fabian went to the pharmacy and came back not only with his painkillers, but an entire packet of Paracetamol to replace the one tablet I gave him. It was very sweet of them, I thought.