Us men can normally shake the worse case of the flu. A Bloody Mary, a swig from a bottle of Day Nurse, a tin of mushroom soup, we just get up and get on with it, don’t we?
However then comes along the real bloody flu, and that’s a whole different kettle of oily fish. I was fine last Friday, was at work, had some sushi for lunch, then at my desk in the afternoon I started to feel a bit weak and pathetic. Could have been the mackerel sashimi I thought. Got myself home and wham, I felt awful. I went to bed around 8pm and that is pretty much where I stayed until Tuesday. Temperature of 104, shakes, hot and cold, aches all over and someone carrying out an experiment with a bunson burner behind my eye balls!
Only yesterday did I start to feel slightly human, and today I still have a hacking cough, and of course feeling sorry for myself and bored. I’ve not had real flu since at least before I left the UK in 2003 and it was a painful reminder of what real flu really is.
The weather back at home has been incredible and for our small part we are expected a diluge of rain and heavy winds this weekend as a ‘Nor-Easter’ is going to hit the eastern coast of the U.S. Looks a like a few more days under the duvet.