Needing to go for a post lunch nap this afternoon, feeling A Bit Shit, was not my preferred option on Christmas Eve. Endless Covid tests have come back negative so in my medical opinion I have got what is technically known as Man Flu.
It’s been so long since I had a cold…er…Man Flu that I’d completely forgotten how unpleasant it is. Women would never understand what us men have to put up with. Child birth must be nothing compared with this.
Still, as THE BIG DAY nears I am gradually feeling better and I have entered into the Christmas spirit by opening a can of Brew Dog Lost Lager and the improvement in my condition continues. Who needs medicines ? (Well, me.)
It feels like a particularly bad cold but then I can’t really compare it with previous colds because I haven’t had one of those since 2019. The last time I was ill as such was in February 2020 when I had a new, continuous cough which I couldn’t shake off for over a week. I carried on as normal, going to work, going to the pub and all the rest of it and a few weeks later when it was revealed that a new, continuous cough was a symptom of this new fangled Coronavirus (whatever that was) which had broken out in China but like all of these viruses would never reach the UK. Was I one of first people to catch it or did I just have a new, continuous cough? I’ll never know.
Given that I rely entirely on experts to tell me the ins and outs of immune systems, I wonder if all of our immune systems have gone to pot given we’ve had no viruses to make them do a bit of work. I’m hoping that this encounter with Man Flu will be my one big Man Flu effort of the summer, but I can’t bank on it. Friends have had one cold after another in recent weeks.
Still, happy holidays to my loyal reader. And Merry Christmas to those of you who do God. Hopefully, this year with all the hotel cancellations today’s Joseph and Mary can actually get a proper room and not a lowly cattle shed.
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