VonBlade
New member
I'm glad I'm not one. What a freaking week.
Wife gives me the flu. So I man up and spend the weekend lying on the sofa, dying in a typical manly way with swathes of coughing up lung butter and blowing my nose for England.
Come monday afternoon I'm just about on my feet again and wobbling round the house when I yawn and something goes pop in my throat in a major way. Cue blinding searing agony coupled to a complete inability to speak or swallow for about an hour. Many many painkillers and things later and I'm just about able to have a bowl of soup last night, when I then got the first ever migraine in my life. Which absofreakinglutely is not a pleasant experience.
I'm damn glad I'm not a horse or I'd have been put down. God knows what my body is up to but it seems to be rebelling or something. This has been hateful to the extreme. My head is still dull, my throat is so tender I can't touch it and I've got the energy of a stoned sloth.
Being middle-age sucks.
Wife gives me the flu. So I man up and spend the weekend lying on the sofa, dying in a typical manly way with swathes of coughing up lung butter and blowing my nose for England.
Come monday afternoon I'm just about on my feet again and wobbling round the house when I yawn and something goes pop in my throat in a major way. Cue blinding searing agony coupled to a complete inability to speak or swallow for about an hour. Many many painkillers and things later and I'm just about able to have a bowl of soup last night, when I then got the first ever migraine in my life. Which absofreakinglutely is not a pleasant experience.
I'm damn glad I'm not a horse or I'd have been put down. God knows what my body is up to but it seems to be rebelling or something. This has been hateful to the extreme. My head is still dull, my throat is so tender I can't touch it and I've got the energy of a stoned sloth.
Being middle-age sucks.