I’ve always been a firm believer of Survival of the Fittest. This was ingrained in me since I was a kid when my parents sent me off to school full of flem and snot, basically telling me to ‘man up’ because the common cold never killed a person and it wasn’t a crime to infect all the other children in my class… after all it wasn’t our fault that they had rubbish genes and weak immune systems. Although as a grown-up, infecting my colleagues in the office doesn’t really work in my favour as it ends up meaning I have to pick up the slack, I still rarely take a sick day. Because at the end of the day, no matter how pretty you are or how many PhDs you have, no employer will knowingly employ a person with a horrific sickness record.
I however do understand that not all people subscribe to my way of thinking. We all have different pain thresholds. Some people will cry like a baby when they stub their toe while others are capable of running marathons with a heart condition and fractured leg. Different strokes for different folks I guess? Sure, maybe I am unsympathetic cow. Luckily, for those who a genuinely sick (with more than just a cold) in most decent countries there will be certain safeguards in the workplace to protect them from having their jobs snatched away by healthier counterparts. But seeing as the purpose of this blog isn’t to discuss labour laws, today I want to discuss sicknesses and their impact on relationships?
In an attempt to keep things lighthearted and merry, I’m not going by serious medical conditions like Cancer, Paraplegia, HIV/AIDS, etc. Theoretically, we all know that if you truly loved someone you’d stick by them in sickness and in health, like those age-old wedding vows tell you to. However, the reality is probably somewhat different – the truth is we are a fickle generation that often bolt at the first sign of trouble – but no judgement from me. It’s understandable that not all relationships are capable of withstanding the pressures that come from dealing with such serious illnesses.
What I want to raise issue with today are not the genuine illnesses that I’ve referred to above, but with growing prevalence of what I’d like to call Drama King Diseases, the one which we are all probably most familiar with is the dreaded Man Flu. This is a crippling and debilitating condition which indiscriminately attacks just the male members of our species without warning. While, most women may regard this as nothing more than the common cold the boys will beg to differ on this.
Ladies, we are well aware by now that the alpha male is a dying breed. Long gone are those men that fought in the trenches…most boys (really, we can’t refer to them as men) nowadays wouldn’t be willing to hammer a nail into the wall, never mind go off to war without mummy there to hold their hand. While the independent woman is totally capable to going out to work, earning the big bucks, giving birth and running marathons…I think having to deal with these ‘weak’ men puts unnecessary pressure on a relationship and quite frankly is enough to send even an iron lady over the edge.
Seriously though, I have to say that any such dramatic references to Man-Flu or other Drama King Diseases should be seen as a red flag, especially in the early stages of dating. To exemplify, you’ve got a fun night of dancing planned with friends when the new beau starts complaining about a headache. The next thing you know he is heading to the doctor and BOOM there he is being admitted to hospital with a HEADACHE !!!
As the S.O of such a man, you’ll find yourself in a lose/lose situation. If you cancel your plans (because your lame man is overcome by his FEAR of tripping over his two left feet) and stay by his bedside nursing him back to ‘health’ you’ll spend the whole time wishing you were out on the town. If you tell him sort himself out and go anyway, he’ll a) probably run and tell mummy about you and b) never let you forget the time you left him for DEAD to go party karate with your stupid friends. And there begins a slippery slope…
Oki dokes Dear Rinsers, its over to you. Do you think my rant was a little harsh on the boys? Do we really have a duty to stick by our S.O through ‘sickness’ and in health? Have you ever dated such a Drama King (or Queen) who suddenly happens to contract a serious illness when there is something that they don’t want to do? Do you think we should regard such ‘symptoms’ as red flags or am I just a heartless cow? Share your views and stories in the comments below…