My schtick these days is looking for details regarding my health and the sounds that may or may not come from attempts to kill me, from fire drills to macings. I don’t flirt with these women I speak of because they are appropriately aged and seemingly accessible. I’m not in the market. I’m just a shoulder to cry on.
Er, um, I never accused you or even imagined you were flirting, dude!
I was saying they’re tired of whatever you’re going on about, but, never mind, not important, carry on regardless!
Ohhhhhh! THAT shit. At least IRL I can see their eyes glaze over. and know when to stop. And they can leave without me following. 
And sometimes I talk because what they are doing to me is uncomfortable but necessary.
A good bedside manner is a valuable thing in healthcare. I hope anybody who’s in the OPs situation has friendly and talkative nurses, aids and orderlys. Those people are in a service industry. They went to school or training to help people. If they can’t be sympathetic and kind they need to move on.
My PCP here is ordering cortisone shots for my arthritic knees!
Have you ever had those shots in your knees?
Believe it or not the ops problem is noticeable enough that it was a running trope in one of the batman animated series
There was this assassin “inque” pronounced ink that turned or had someone turn her in to something like liquid which she used to take people out and ended up getting chased by batman who froze most her in a block of ice because she wasn’t physically stable and would just melt away
Well when they brought her back shed been in the prison hospital and was being taken care by a cross between a can and a prison guard and since he was a schmo she was the only one who’d listen to him (she didn’t have a choice as except for her head she was in ice ) well there was some new version of the process so she sweet talks him into letting her escape implying they’d be together after …. and to save her from batman he tries the same process she did with the same results …… but she turns on him and rants… you’re the wimpiest creature on earth …… for years all I heard was your whining and crying …. you could of been a nice guy but you have less of a backbone that I do"
she dissipates into nothing and he gets iced and at the end it shows him in the same cell she was in getting fed by a guard who was complaining about how mean people were to her and he was the only person that didn’t ignore her ……
makes ya wonder if the writer didn’t have the sane experiences that the op is having ….………
No, but I have friends who have. I’m steeling myself. It should mean bye bye Norco.
They are a big ‘ouchy’. You’ll need Norco for a day or two because in my experience the joint hurts worse for a while. Good luck.
Nope, not even close. I don’t consciously invite these interactions and I don’t make sympathetic cooing noises. And I didn’t want to know about her husband’s affair or anything about her personal life. These things just…happen.
So, why do you think it is? You’ve obviously put some thought into this. What ideas or conclusions have you come up with?
Bro, I’ve always been clueless with a bad self-image. I suppose they see something I don’t.
I’m telling you guys peeps just want someone who will listen. It doesn’t seem possible but IRL I’m very quiet. I just get picked out of a crowd by the person who has the most to say. Always. Never fails. I can have no idea what they’re talking about or not any insight into how they feel. They always think I’ve helped them. And I never really say much. I have that kinda face, I guess. I’m sure I’m not the only one.
Now my sorta-PT person has taken to plopping down and visiting for an hour. I didn’t need to know her latex allergy extends to latex condoms nor the details of how she learned. She’s cute but 23 with a fiance.
Oy, vey ist mir. :o
DZ, you’re just that kinda guy. A helpful hero. Who could ask for better? I know I appreciate it.
So AAAAAAAAANYWAY, dropzone… my husband always wakes me up on weekend mornings to have sex. And it’ll be like, 5:30 or 6. That is just not a good time for me. Usually I get to go to sleep again afterwards, but ugh. Ya know what I mean?
Maybe they see you as a father figure because of your curmudgeony ways?
I prefer what David Spade said in one episode of Just Shoot Me:
“Hey, I just remembered. You’re boring, and I have legs.”
I just read the tea leaves and discovered that in your previous life you employed by the Chinese government and were a slimy womanizer specialized in giving women a hard time and extracting confessions from them on trivial domestic matters. Then you died and your soul migrated to the US and matured (a little). Now women come to you with tawdry tales. Heh heh. Its karma, man. Prediction: Chinese-origin nurses will give you an especially hard time.
Actually, it’s the Polaks, Bohunks, and Micks that are the problem.
NOTE: Wife was Polish so I’m of Polish insertion. The other nationalities are just me accordig to 23 and Me, plus a lot of Kraut and 4% Caveman. Slurs of all those ethnicities just roll off my back.
At my in-laws they were laughing at SIL’s new Pigshit Irish boyfriend. BIL looked at me quizically. i said, “It don’t bother me. I’m Lace Curtain Irish.”