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Growing up with a doctor mother and generally not what you'd call huggling parents, as well as living with lots of med students and doctors and other unsympathetic types, has led me to the conclusion that nobody gives a shit if I'm feeling bad and there's no benefit from my saying so. So no, I don't whinge when I'm ill. If I'm whinging that means there's something pretty fucking wrong with me.
Complaints come in the form "hm, I feel really dizzy, I think I'll go home and avoid looking at things for today" or "hm, I'm hallucinating, perhaps I really do have the flu" - evidence-based, outcome-driven. Given that the standard response to my saying that something hurt when I was a child was "where's the blood? if it's not bleeding, it's not serious" it hardly seems worth mentioning anything which isn't actually causing immediate hemorrhage. |
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