The new year didn’t get off to a great start in Newman Towers. Both my husband and I are not big fans of new year’s eve we started a little tradition of our own about 6 years ago. Basically this involves having a nice relaxing evening, going to bed about 22.00 maybe 23.00 and briefly waking up at midnight to mutter something that might sound like: Happy New Year darling. For us this has been a very satisfactory way to celebrate the turn of the year.
This year we had no intentions to breaking this tradition. We were in bed by 23.00, but still awake at 2.30 because the idiot next door was having a party…..again! But as it was New Year’s Eve there really wasn’t anything we could do about it. On top of that I didn’t feel that great, so after having only 4 hours of sleep I struggled through the first of January with a headache, sore throat and nasty sounding cough.
On Wednesday morning, the first day back at work, I woke up and said to my husband: “Honey, I think I have man-flu.” He looked somewhat confused, gave me a hug and said: “Poor darling, hope you feel better soon.” Bless him. Just for the record the definition, well my definition, of man-flu is where the level of feeling sorry for thyself is much higher than the level of illness. This was most definitely the case on Wednesday, so I went to work and felt sorry for myself all day.
Come Thursday the man-flu had gone, it had turned into the real thing! Blocked nose, a red Rudolph like nose from all the blowing, headaches, burning feeling in chest, sneezing every two seconds etc. etc. And all this on my day off, which is great news for my boss, because if I would have felt like this on a work day I would have phoned in sick, but not such good news for me as there is no way I can rest with Elisabeth around. So we tried to have a fun day in between the sneezes and coughs. Luckily my wonderful husband was home early and cleaned up the kitchen after dinner and looked after Elisabeth so I could have a hot bath, very much appreciated. I do suspect I probably have the best husband in the world.
After a good night sleep there seems to be a little more time in between the sneezing and coughing fits. I still require the maximum dosage of paracetamol to keep the killer headache at bay, but it’s going in the right direction. I’m sure I’ll be better ready to go back to work on Monday…..all I need is som rest…..yawn.