I have been struck down, the dreaded Man Flu has claimed me! The hacking cough, wheezy chest, sore eyes, aching limbs, but I'm not complaining, I'm soldiering on in silence. Bearing up stoically and without demur, no-one knows the agonies I'm suffering but not one word of complaint or self pity will pass my lips. Assuming I survive this affliction then I'll emerge stronger for the experience! As a typical man I'm not one to harp on about being ill, just get on with it is my motto! Ah, the suffering!!
I always use the 'beer test'. If I get a pint and can't face drinking it I head for the doctor. Then, if I fail the wine test it's straight to the hospital.
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