Such a Guy

Those of you who know my roommate, M, know that she's not the most feminine woman around. She's got a mouth that would make a sailor blush, she wouldn't be caught dead in a "girly" moment, and she has a competitive streak to rival any guy. I've come to realize that, in fact, she is a guy inside.

This came to me this weekend, when she got sick. You know that "typical" male sickness behavior, where the person turns into a big baby and whines and pouts around and absolutely refuses to do anything? Welcome to my weekend. No matter that there was no food in the house, I had to search around for delivery places to get something to eat until she was feeling good enough to go grocery shopping on Monday. Ugh.

When I'm sick I sequester. I go and hide out and leave everyone alone, and make absolutely no demands on anyone. I want to be left alone to heal and leave everyone else alone myself. I still want to cook for myself, and if I absolutely had to get something done when I was still able to drive I went and did it, no matter how bad I felt.

What flatlined her? A cold. Runny nose, fever, and... well, that's about it. I've had times where I felt so bad that I wanted someone to shoot me, but I've never wanted someone to shoot me because someone else was sick before.