Today I feel a little bit better, but please, that is not an excuse for you to not feel very sorry for me. There might yet be a relapse. Also don't forget that I have been suffering, and I don't use the word suffering lightly, or very often, I have been suffering, suffering I say, from extreme head spinning. Sniff, cough. Not literally of course. That would be fatal. Achoo! Excuse me.
I've had to cancel my appointment with the head jerking, dizziness removing, physiotherapist. It's just one thing after another. Sniff. So I'll have to keep spinning away until the man flu has gone.
If you were to combine just a few of my symptoms, sniff, including, the running nose, the sneezing, the coughing, the excruciatingly painful sore throat, the current headache, the iron band squeezing my skull, cough, the popping in my ears causing recurrent deafness, - although strangely enough I can still hear the popping - the loss of appetite, excuse me, while I blow my nose, the tendency towards extreme grumpiness, and the hot one minute, cold the next fever, you would realise that this is not just a common or garden head cold, as some unfeeling people have suggested. You would also realise what a martyr I am being, sniff, cough, splutter, in calling by here to write this blog post.
Mind you, those are just some of my symptoms. There are others which I have tried to look up on the internet. Without success. It would seem that I am a bit of a medical phenomenon.
It is at times like this that I begin to wonder if living alone is a good thing or not. Sniff. There is no one here to answer my call for a hot whisky toddy. Splutter, cough. Or to bring me a cold flannel to ease my aching head. Cough. No one here to tell me what a brave boy I am being. Not that the last one is really necessary, I already know how brave I am. Sniff. But you know what I mean, we all need someone with us when we feel poorly. If only to pass on whatever it is we have got.
|This man flu has even caused me to have a double chin!|
Just leave me! Go! Let me do my suffering in silence, and let me tell you I don't use the word suffering lightly, or very often. Cough.
No! I'm sorry. Don't go. Please. I didn't mean to be nasty. It's the illness. It makes me grumpy. Are you still there? I need a hug. Splutter, sniff, cough, sob!
I just had a thought. Cough. Suppose it's swine flu. My last post was about pigs. Can you contract swine flu just by writing about pigs? What if some enormous coincidence has taken place? I'm going to check out the symptoms. Sniff.
I couldn't get through on the swine flu helpline, all I got was crackling!
Anyway, enough about my problems. Cough. How are you? I hope you are well. Sniff. I just thought I'd drop by and cheer you up. Cough. In case you were feeling a bit down. Mind you, I expect you were fine before you read this. Splutter.
Did I mention my bad back? Achoo! Please excuse me.