fezzik wrote:I've played the sympathy angle completely unintentionally though...and you don't have to act like a wuss.
Within the last year and a half I was diagnosed with a pretty severe heart disorder and had to have a defibrillator put in my chest...I'm doing fine now and they said it shouldn't shorten my lifespan (although I can't do certain sports activities anymore, which really sucks...could be a lot worse though. )...but I'm on 100mg of toprol to regulate my heartrate...unfortunately it also has a side effect of lowering blood pressure and getting me light-headed.
On a side note, if you think there's something not quite right with your body...go to the doctor...don't wait...especially if it has something to do with your heart...it could save your life.
So to get to the sympathy angle stuff...I am a bit stubborn when it comes to this disorder I have. The first time my defibrillator went off, I was playing basketball. The thing literally knocked me off my feet...and it didn't feel too great either...but I kept playing, just not running quite as hard...and the thing knocked me down two more times...so I stopped.
But when I talk about that story, it similarly makes the ladies want to take care of me...it's kind of funny...you can hear the tone of their voice change, their brow scrunges up a little, and they get this concerned/nurturing look on their face...they just want to take care of me. And most are quite attractive...anyways, apparently you can also play the sympathy angle by making stupid decisions that may endanger your life...
Same thing goes with the side-effects of the meds...if I stoop down and stand up too fast, I can come really close to losing consciousness...so I just take a knee reallly quick and try to get my bearings. Often someone will ask if I'm ok, and I say "yes, I'm fine"...but again...they go into this nurturing/care-giving mode...it's actually useful to find out who would probably be a good mom...I don't need the pampering, but I want someone who's going to help take care of my kids (when I have them).
I had an incident that involved an eye injury and an eye patch once too. Mine was much more severe though, but happened in a more embarrassing sport: badminton. It was in high school gym, the class was doing badminton, I was standing on the side talking to my gym teacher, some dude tried to smash the birdie, birdie flew sideways out of bounds right into my eye. Had no time to react, eyeball filled with blood, missed a month of school, just missed having a scratched cornea and a detached retina because I had contacts in at the time. Had to see ophthalmologists, retinal specialists, and a few other docs. During that month, I was ordered to stay in bed only getting up for the bathroom and eating. No showers, doctor's orders, because otherwise I ran the risk of refilling my eye with blood and getting stuck staying in a hospital under supervision. Also wore an eyepatch the entire time, but it didn't really matter since I couldn't see anything until the blood cleared from my eye.
Didn't really get to play any type of sympathy off that unfortunately, as I was bedridden for an entire month. No physical activities for another month afterwards too. Got excused from a lot of schoolwork though.
spodog wrote:Plus valor requires that I use some discretion, and leave a little of this story to your imagination (and my memory). After all, Jenny may very well be lurking on these boards somewhere . . .
I knew it! Just as I suspected, I think she's in the cafe now . . . How long before she stumbles across my post??!?