Two Kinds of People



I can’t remember who said it, but somebody said, “There are two kinds of people: those who think there are two kinds of people and those who don’t.”

As someone who has studied anthropology, I know full well that there are far more than two kinds of people, but if I were to make sweeping generalizations I might suggest that people react to stress by either developing chronic headache problems or developing chronic intestinal problems.

Like the Great Apes, I fall into the latter category. When life gets crazy, I buy toilet paper by the truck load. When life gets crazy, other folks I know buy Excedrin, Motrin or Advil by the gross.

Two kinds of people.

I’ve had a headache I attributed to tripping over the computer cord and cracking my head on the sewing machine 11 days ago. At the time, I felt fortunate at not having to call 911 or an undertaker or my chiropractor or my orthopedist. I was absolutely fine (and grateful to not have had witnesses to my clutziness) until days later when the scab started pulling. There was a blazing headache behind my left eye. I was sure that if I looked in the mirror there would be flames shooting from my ears.

Removing the scab, drinking 4 oz of vodka, and binging on Advil seemed to do the trick. For three days.

I'm not dying, I'm not dying, I'm not dying

Repeat: I am not dying.

I almost never get headaches.

Since I never get them, I have no tolerance and develop a feeling of certitude that I’m dying of something. Excuse me a moment while I put the CDC on speed-dial.

That certitude is not without foundation.

Eleven years ago, on the way to the pediatrician to get Chef Boy ‘R Mine his sports physical, I developed a headache. By the time the doc started yammering at me about height percentiles, immunizations, and puberty, I could barely see for the headache. How I drove home remains a mystery.

By 2 a.m., I was delirious from the headache and puking up internal organs. My head was an orb of pure pain, my back was screaming, and I couldn’t hold my head up to drink water to wash the vomit out of my mouth which was okay because I couldn’t have kept it down. By 1 p.m., I managed to dial the phone and talk long enough to convince the ex to take me to my doctor. Upon arrival at her office it was mere moments before I was wheel-chaired, in great haste, to the E.R. and folks started yammering about brain scans and spinal taps. The only thing I remember with any clarity was telling the E.R doc that I was afraid of the spinal tap. He assured me that it would only hurt for a moment and then all the pain would go away.

Blessed relief.



I’m not sure what he gave me, but I was unconscious for three days – the length of time it took to grow a culture and determine that I had viral meningitis. I might be making this up, but I’m pretty sure they told me that I most likely contracted the disease from a mosquito bite.

Unlike bacterial meningitis, there’s no treatment for viral meningitis other than pain meds. It just needs to run its course.

It was a miserable three weeks.

August, I’m told, is the signature month for viral meningitis. With all the rain of the past several months, I have a mosquito problem for the first time ever. They’re everywhere. As soon as I get out of the car, I’m enveloped in a swarm of blood-thirsty proboscii (proboscises?).

This headache bears no resemblance to that one of eleven years ago, but still I’m nervous about those mosquitoes. It was with some relief that I started sneezing this morning. About an hour or so ago, I developed a cough.

I have a cold.

A simple cold.

Nonetheless, I’ve still got the CDC on speed dial.



Summer colds suck, but they’re infinitely better than meningitis. So far it’s not affecting my work life (even if I’m using lunch time to blog).

One of my pet peeves is that people won’t stay home when sick – thus infecting everyone else. I don’t have time for a sick day. I’ve put a Quarantined! sign on my office door and warned folks. I’ve sprayed Lysol and I’m mainlining orange juice and aspirin.

As soon as I feel better, I’m buying mosquito netting and swaddling my body. Think see-through burka.

So. There are two kinds of people. Those who over-react to statistically-unlikely possibilities and those who don’t.

8 thoughts on “Two Kinds of People

  1. In the outdoors/sports section of many stores, you can find mosquito headnets… you put them on over a hat so the netting (and the top) is held away from your skin. One of the two I’ve got is long and has elastic straps that you put under your armpits so it’s held in place even around your shoulders.

    As for the upper body, I find long-sleeved silk shirts indispensable. I buy them whenever I see one at Goodwill, no matter the size (anything from teens to extra large works). They’re loose enough to keep the fabric moving and away from the skin, light and airy enough for hot humid summer weather, sturdy enough to make it through yardwork – perfect. There’s nothing else I’ve come across that works as well as silk shirts!

    Lower body: jeans, and not the tight kind (*sniff*) if your mosquitoes are like the ones here which can bite you easily even through denim. I wear thin leggings underneath, stuffed in socks, because I’m as paranoid about ticks as I have to be careful about mosquitoes.

    The denim and the silk stand up to Deep Woods Off bug spray, and for the skin/hair I use something called “Liquid Net (The ultimate insect repellent)” which is an all natural concoction of herbal stuff that works great. Smells good too.

    The hardest part of having to be super duper extra careful about mosquito bites is that people tend to snicker at you… well, for me it is. Walking around with a headnet is a sure way to make Minnesotans break down laughing. Maybe West Virginians are a bit kinder than that 🙂 Even if they aren’t, I have a feeling that you aren’t as thin-skinned as I am about these things!

    Hope you’ll feel better soon, Connie.

    • I dunno, Ira West Virginia may be more accommodating of characters in mosquito netting and flappy shirts, but it’s a lot hotter here in August than in Minnesota. Ain’t no point in protecting myself from West Nile or meningitis if I die of heatstroke.

      It’s good to see you here. Hang around, eh?

  2. Glad your better. But Amen! What is it with people who go to work sick?! One day isn’t going to kill them. I think they have an ego sickness in thinking the office can’t run without them.

    • I know – just makes me want to throttle them especially the ones who make a point of wandering into my office to tell me how high their fever is.

      This cold is making me whiny. I still have a headache and to add insult to injury the ‘puter is infected with a nasty piece of malware.

      I’m going to bed.

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