Attack of the Man Flu
It all started on Monday evening. First it was just a sensation of being cold, a mild shiver, accompanied by an overwhelming tiredness. By bed time it had developed into full-on Man Flu. I spent much of the night awake, trying in vain to get warm, shivering uncontrollably and suffering from an almighty headache. By the time morning came I was exhausted, with all my muscles aching from being tense all night, still tired from lack of sleep, and generally feeling poo.
Now, when I say it was “Man Flu” I do actually mean that. It wasn’t proper flu. I wasn’t dying. I was up and about most of the day and, other than a couple of hours dozing in bed in the afternoon, it didn’t stop me from doing anything. Certainly the symptoms weren’t as violent as I’m led to believe ‘proper’ flu brings with it. What I had was more likely a 24-hour flu like I’ve had before. So I just put up with it.
24 hours later and the symptoms were beginning to wane. That was Tuesday evening. I felt much better, and had every expectation that I would be right as rain come morning.









