Surely I’m not the only person who has noticed this. If you’ve never been privy to this
phenomenon, stand near any group of old women and listen intently. Sure enough, you’ll hear them talking about
their various afflictions, comparing diseases like football sticker
swapsies. Keep listening at this point,
because it is guaranteed to turn into a bragging match over who is the most
poorly.
It all starts innocently enough, with Mavis mentioning
her dreadful cold that she’s had for a week now and can’t shake off. Then, Beatrice pipes up to talk about the flu
she’s been contending with for 6 months, flu that is possibly of the swine or
avian variety. Then Betty throws down
the gauntlet with her suspected myeloma she caught from tumbling down the stairs. Finally, Margaret sweeps the table by
declaring that she’s been dead for ten years, she just hasn’t been officially
diagnosed yet.
The big C is a pressing concern for the elderly (that’s
Cancer, not Cucumber, dumbass), and any signs of illness are immediately
interpreted as the first signs of a malignant tumour. A slightly runny nose indicates nose
cancer. A case of alopecia is hair
cancer. Smelly feet is foot cancer. The doctors never ‘fess up and admit its
cancer, but old people read between the lines.
Deep down, they just know. It
seems that the closer you get to the grave, the more in tune you become with
the balance of life, death, heaven, hell, Torvil, Dean, and the universe.
I have a theory that grannies actually go out their way
to become ill, just for something to talk about. As soon as a new flu strain comes out, they
start rubbing themselves against victims like affectionate cats, hoping to
contract the disease and brag about it to their friends. Just like fans who queue up overnight to get
the latest iPhone or to get tickets for their favourite band, old women will
line up round the block to catch a dose of the clap from a homeless chap.
Not only that, but they also have to compare the ailments
of people who they know. They’ll delight
in telling you about their grandson Johnny who has had childhood asthma that
has slowly developed into HIV somehow.
All that, and little Johnny being mugged and forced into becoming a
transvestite by hoodie yobs, that is.
It’s no surprise.
If you pick up a newspaper such as the Daily Express (a granny
favourite), they usually have a headline about cancer. In fact, they should just stop printing news altogether
and turn it into a daily list of things that might give you cancer:
“TV sets, fluffy pets,
cordless phones, static homes,
fuzzy felt, seat belts,
toilet bleach, Halo Reach,
rock, pop, laptops,
computer games, pocket change,
petrol fumes, dusty rooms,
PC screens, windolene
Rudolph, Dasher, Blitzen, Prancer,
These things can all give you cancer”
Ha ha ha ha! It's a good thing I shave all my pets bald and listen only to folk (if that were true, I would pray for ear cancer).
ReplyDeleteFolk music is cancer that's been blasted into microscopic pieces and pushed into your ears. Consult your doctor after prolonged exposure.
DeleteMakes me think of that proverb (or it could just be something my family made up, because a google search has yielded no such proverb...): "Ill women never die."
ReplyDeleteI've never heard that before, but it is very appropriate. Nice!
DeleteHahahahahaha! That first paragraph is SOOOO wrong, on so many different levels!
ReplyDeleteWell grannies need a relaxing massage too. Plus, when skin loses it's elasticity, it makes it a strangely pleasurable sensation, like trying to smooth out a trifle with your palms.
DeleteThe poem at the end is really catchy!
ReplyDeleteHilarious post, and I certainly agree with this. I'm not old, but I have friends who try to one-up me everytime I say I have a headache or a stuffy nose.
Yeah, some people have always had it worse than others. If you've got a cold, they've got swine flu. If you have radiation poisoning, they are possessed by a demon.
DeleteOhh! So the big C isn't Cucumbers! That makes a lot of things make more sense!
ReplyDeleteI think when your really old you just run out of things to say!
That's a possibility. Maybe at that age, everything has already been said. That might explain dementia patients who talk utter gibberish, they're just trying to come up with something original.
DeleteI bet if I was an old lady and got a brainfart, I'd have cranial cancer! Great 'O' post!
ReplyDeleteI have an elderly relative who was recently discharged from hospital because there was nothing wrong with her. This is actually made her MORE worried about her health, because she isn't going for tests on a regular basis and could develop myeloma at any moment!
DeleteLove the poem. LoveLoveSnickerLove!
ReplyDeleteThanks! If you want to see more, I have a poem about what happens if you have a lack of platelets in your bloodstream (I don't).
DeleteYep. Sounds like my grandma, all right, and my Dad's eldest cousin. :P
ReplyDelete-Barb the French Bean
Did they have a disease-off?
DeleteSome of my friends are hypochondriacs, and their conversations are a lot like the ones old ladies have. It doesn't stop at talking like old folks. Lately, they've started to dress like them, too.
ReplyDeleteThat's odd. Are you sure you haven't just replaced your friends with old women?
DeleteI know it is easy to say from this side of 50, but I don't necessarily see the benefit of living to be 90. I think I will take up chainsaw juggling or free climbing when I get top be 80.
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