Tuesday, 20 February 2007

TV Prompts Discussion

Me and the wife were watching TV last night, and we are getting to know the kind of programmes each of us likes watching, (in a proper married kind of way), and next up was a programme about people with a mental disorder in which they were hypochondriacs attempting to heal themselves of their obsession over medical issues.

A hypochondriac is someone who believes themselves to be in need of medical attention or medication, usually inventing their own symptoms to suit which ever disease they are reading about that week.

I'm mentioning this, because my wife is a borderline case. Every ache and pain she gets is cancer, and every bump and cough and sneeze emitted by anyone in the household is caused by cancer.

So while we watched this show, my missus admitted to me that she has a genuine fear of me dying, in addition to which she believes that one day I just wont come home, as I have died somewhere without her knowledge. Now I could have taken it 2 ways, one to laugh it off as nonsense and just normal paranoia, but the other is to take her fears to heart and realise that everyone should be concerned over this matter. I was quite touched by her openness, and giving thought as to how I can alleviate her fears on a daily basis, whether by emails, text messages or other methods, so that she knows I am still around and living.

pete_darby (194.60.106.5)
21st Feb, 2007 12:13 (local)
I think my sweety still doesn't quite get this about me; whenever she is late, I worry that she and the kids are tangled up in a mess on the motorway somewhere. Especially if I can't get her on the mobile.

It's also why I text her all the time, tell her I love her all the time (and the kids)... because it would just be my luck that the last thing I said to them was "The cat's crapped on the clean washing, sorry, got to run for my bus, haven't got time to clear it up."

It's also why I got really hacked off when she had a bad asthma attack a couple of weeks ago, but phoned everyone else but me because she "didn't want to worry me." Sweety, worry means care.

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