Love and other drugs.

I've just got back from the film, which i'm having mixed feelings about.
If you don't know the sum up is a love story between a guy selling pharmaceuticals and a girl with parkinsons.
now i know i don't have parkinsons,
and guys like Jake G's character don't exist.
But it made me think.
in 10 years, I'll be in a wheelchair, maybe with a fake hip. twisted spine, and arthritis. I'm not self pitying. and i don't want to you to pity me either. i hate pity. but i couldn't help watching it, and whilst Anne Hathaway is arguing the point of who could ever love some who can't look after herself, and why wouldn't he want someone more limber, sexy and overall more healthy, i couldn't help but feel a lump in my throat. soppy love stories come and go, and i never watch a film and feel oh yeah that could happen to me.
but this one i did. I'm never going to find a character like that. and i'm so stubborn i probably wouldn't want to. but i watched that one scene and remembered being in the exact same position and saying identical words to my ex a year ago after my last op. when you can't get yourself dressed? make food for yourself? being able to walk back from the shops without being in pain. the latter i still do now. But he did it, but it was because he felt like he had to. that wasn't the case in the film. and i don't think that ever is.
I'm sorry guys. this is depressing. and i'll probably delete it after a few days, but i need to man up. but before that i need to get it out. so here it is.
ciao.