Oh wow. Where to start.
I spent all of Saturday in bed. NOT because I was sick or sad but because it was raining, I love sleeping in my cavelike room listening to rain, and…dangit…I just felt like it. It was glorious. After looking in the mirror last night and noticing that my hair and outfit made me look homeless, I decided it was a great night to order takeout, return to the bed, and order a movie.
Breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed is WAY luxurious by the way! I ordered Love and Other Drugs without really knowing what it was about but knowing full well that it featured a lot of Jake Gyllenhaal sans clothing.
Boy, was I in for a surprise that made me laugh and cry hysterically AND feel strangely self conscious.
The plot involves Jamie, a Viagra drug rep, pursuing Maggie, a 26 year old with Parkinsons disease.
I can honestly say that I have never identified with a character as much as I did with Maggie. She can rattle off all her meds, exact dosage, and what they are for-something my friends laugh at me for doing. She can also rattle off her diagnosis story. She hides behind humor and is clearly trying to make the best of being dealt a crappy hand.
In some ways though, it was a little embarrassing: there are several scenes where she either voices or clearly demonstrates some of my bigger fears. The thought that none of us know how this will play out for us, and that it is entirely possible that someday someone I love may have to take care of me…and how, like her character, I cannot ask anyone to do that. And how that realization for myself has led me to push guys away or end things for really dumb reasons. Like a bad haircut. For real.
There was indeed a time where I’d rather you think I was a shallow bitch than know what was really wrong.
I’m embarrassed of that and I’m embarrassed seeing such deep fears shown so…accurately.
Another one? She seems to have accepted her disease but is terrified when her boyfriend keeps pushing to try to ‘cure’ her.
The thought that we can accept this but how do we know if someone else accepts us or only the thought of us if we keep trying to ‘cure’ ourselves? Believe you me…I would love to be cured. LOVE. But realistically, I may not be. I’ve accepted that. But how do you or what do you do if the other person doesn’t accept this?
I guess it all comes back to faith, something which I’ve never been any good at, and in trusting the other party, yet another thing I’m not good at.
But I’ve accepted that. 🙂
I could go on and on with things that happened in the movie that struck a chord in me. It was actually good for me to see it that way. It’s also good to see a movie where living with a chronic illness isn’t sugar coated and that yes, dating sucks sick or not!
Has anyone else seen it? What were your thoughts?