Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Today, I am not very well. In fact I'm very poorly. In fact, from my assesment, my chances of recovery are about 50:50. I am suffering from a cold/flu which has kept me off work. My sinuses feel as if there is about 5 miles of cotton wool up each nostril, but at the same time, a tap has been turned on. My face feels as if it has been shot by a Vice-President. In between sneezing - which has now given me a sore throat, I try to take halfway decent breaths through my nose, to no avail.
Last night, I did manage to get some sleep, but fitfully. My brain has stopped working, to even attempt to talk is impossible. I'm in a bad way.
Do I get the sympathy I surely deserve from the caring females of the species. You must be joking. I have "Man Flu", a sarcastic derogatory term meaning that us men when we get a "slight sniffle" we milk it for all we can get. Women, on the other hand, get ill, take an aspirin and then get on with life. Well I would just like to point out that I have suffered in silence since the weekend with this condition, have gone to work, and pulled my weight about the place, but now that I am on the threshold of death, and I've decided to take a little time to recover, I'm accused of having "Man Flu". It's so unfair. Let's face it, I could be suffering double pneumonia, but it would still be diagnosed as "Man Flu".