I was confined to bed last week for a few days.
Nothing huge, just told to stay in bed. Now, bed is boring when you don't have anything to do. I would make a fast dash to the theater, check on props, adjust a set dressing or two.... our shows opened to standing ovations, and they are going well... then, back home. Nothing exciting, not a single person to gaze upon to write about, the cat spends her time watching me sleep and practicing her "Wait until she dies so I can eat her eyes first" skills by licking my eyelids.
This scares me some.
I finally broke down, and sent an email to the Oddship, whining as only I can whine, "I'm siiiick. I'm stuck in beeeeeddddd. I have nothing to dooooooo." I went on to say I'd read all my books, watched my DVD's, no TV yet, no internet, nothing... and, I mentioned I'd watched a pirated film and that no one would bring me lemonade with grenadine and chipped ice (this is from a scene in "Diary of a Mad Housewife". If Miss Sof reads this blog entry, she will laugh).
Now, I opened this letter with, "I'm on forced bedrest for a few days."
This, to a woman, would send flags of concern, the letter would then go, blah blah blah blah.
The response I had from him, a minute later, was, "pirating a film is stealing". He read the mail and saw: blah blah blah PIRATED FILM blah blah blah.
What is it with men?? I understand he works in films and stuff, but, still... I was pathetic.. so much so, I bored myself.
So, men, explain.... why latch onto the PIRATED FILM and ignore the "I'm ill" when a woman would latch onto the important thing, "You are ill, poor sweetie, let me cook chicken soup and mail it to you."
I await your responses.
A man had read my letter