The problem with all of these resources is gender bias - claiming that only men can contract the virus, and that it's a source of merely emotional, not physical pain, for women.
I think I've proved them all wrong.
So this time last weekend I was feeling positive after a good weekend's training, but that was short lived. On Monday afternoon I had a tickle in my throat and a little bit of a cough. By Monday night I couldn't sleep for the sorest throat I'd ever had. I raided the medicine cupboard without any joy, and told KKB all about the fact that I had the sorest throat in living history.
Tuesday morning began with an email to work, followed by lots of sleeping on the couch and shit daytime TV. Tuesday afternoon saw a trip to the chemist and lots of whining to KKB.
Wednesday saw me moping about because I couldn't do the ride I'd planned over Mt Tamborine and up O'Reillys. I managed to drag myself out of bed for a local ANZAC service. The ANZACs had dealt with this pain and soldiered on (no pun intended). The least I could do was pay my respects. But this shot of normalcy was short lived; the afternoon and evening I was again preoccupied with whining to KKB.
Thursday morning began with another email to work, then a phone call to make an appointment with my doctor. More sleeping on the couch and shit daytime TV, interspersed with a diagnosis of a sinus infection and another trip to the chemist. Thursday night saw me whining to KKB again.
Can you see a pattern here? By now I'd recognised it, and on Thursday night I professed a self-diagnosis.
I had man flu. It's true. I had all the symptoms:
- Recurring whining to my partner
- Thinking I was going to die (or a preference to rather than live with what had to be the worst pain ever experienced by
- A need for attention from my partner
Ah.... symptom number four:
- A delusion that my ailment is special.