Foreword: Due to the sensitive nature of this blog I would like to offer my sincere apologies in advance if I inadvertently upset regular sufferers of this debilitating condition.
Do you remember my straight, single, good-looking, quite a catch colleague that I'd mentioned in a previous blog? Well, I'm afraid to say that his days on this happy planet are near an end. He broke the terrible news very suddenly and unexpectedly last Monday when he came to see me. I know, it's very sad.
My straight, single, good-looking, quite a catch colleague knocked on my office door, came in and sat down. He looked troubled and being the sympathetic soul that I am, I asked what was troubling him.
He said, "I think I need to go home, I've got a cold, atishoo! atishoo!"
"Pardon?" I asked and it wasn't because I hadn't heard what he'd said; I was giving him a chance to change his mind. He's a clever guy.
"I feel really ill. I'm not sure how I made it in to work this morning sniff, sniff atishoo!"
"It's probably a touch of hay fever." I said, but little did I know that he was fully prepared with all the reasons why this couldn't possibly be the case (ear ache, sore throat etc etc), so I responded with an "Ah ... It's a headcold, have two paracetamol and you'll be fine."
Anyway, in typical straight, single, good-looking, quite a catch colleague fashion, he couldn’t get just a cold like most normal people (that would be females). Flippin' heck no, he had to go to extremes, as he always does. He had to go and get man-flu ... for five days. Five flippin’ days FFS! I’m sure that it was as annoying and as inconvenient to him as it was to me and yes, I know that it wasn't really his fault that he couldn’t control the sneezing.
It was my worst nightmare; history has shown that the germs from a single case of man-flu where I work quickly turns into an epidemic and wipes out ninety eight percent of the male workforce. It's an irrefutable scientific fact that man-flu is more painful than childbirth, menstrual cramps or bending over to take off toenail polish ... apparently.
To be fair, my straight, single, good-looking, quite a catch colleague didn’t look as though he was having a great time, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada ... So, rather than letting him go home, I offered him two paracetamol, a spoonful of 'man the fuck up' and quarantined him in an empty office as far away from mine that I could find.
I had a little bit of sympathy for him. Really, I did although I’m sure the “blah, blah, blah etc” above has made you think otherwise. Well, at least I did have sympathy from Monday to Tuesday. By Wednesday, I was over it. I was over listening to his sniffing and snorting. I was over hearing him complain about having a pains in his head when he sneezed and I was most certainly well and truly over the moaning and groaning sounds he made after each and every exaggerated cough.
On Thursday I convinced him to go to see his GP because four days of constant sneezing and moaning just isn't normal and quite frankly finding his discarded tissues accidentally dropped on the floor was freaking me out. He went to see his GP that afternoon and she prescribed something that would help to ease the symptoms of his 'head cold' (I kid you not). The medicine didn’t work right away (if at all) and since my straight, single, good-looking, quite a catch colleague doesn’t do anything by halves, the next day he dragged himself into work (bless him) so he could lock himself away in the empty office office. Then he slept at his desk for six hours. Six flippin' hours! Apparently having a headcold is just so exhausting that it makes you sleep for six hours. Have you any idea when the last time I slept for six hours was? Never!
Against my better judgement I let him go home early, but hey, it was man-flu ...
9:27 am Monday, 26th May, 2014
You'll be pleased to hear that according to his status on Saturday evening, he made a miraculous, full and speedy recovery. How did his status go now ... ? Oh yes ... 'Out with the boys for Seb's stag since ten o'clock this morning. Fifteen pints and still standing.' His location was pinned as Edinburgh (three hundred plus miles from his home) and he was tagged into an interesting photo too (large-breasted blonde wearing a skirt as wide as a belt). |
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11:17 am Monday, 26th May, 2014
Is women's lack of sympathy toward male ailments justified ? |
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3:46 pm Monday, 26th May, 2014
Ladies, you just don't understand, we need to be mothered back to full health embraced in the buxom fullness of your of your tender affections and a cold flannel dabbed on out forehead, now and then. Then we can face anything, including a stag night, nothing would daunt us! |
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3:56 pm Monday, 26th May, 2014
Luv2 i can understand you feeling peeved and rightly so..... |
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5:47 pm Monday, 26th May, 2014
Luv2---I simply can't believe your level of insensitivity. Manflu is far worse than childbirth, it's a well documented fact. And everyone knows that men bounce back so very quickly from it, their being so wonderfully strong and all. |
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7:27 pm Monday, 26th May, 2014
Stargirl, |
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8:30 pm Monday, 26th May, 2014
You fool Stargirl, I 'was' one of the strippers! Lol! |
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8:34 pm Monday, 26th May, 2014
SG, when I was young, rule breaking was against the rules BIG time. I've been conditioned :-( So I can honestly say that I have never pulled a sickie without good reason. |
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8:37 pm Monday, 26th May, 2014
On second thoughts, I may consider pulling a sickie to watch MYS do his strip act. Do you use a pole MYS? |
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10:26 pm Monday, 26th May, 2014
Hmm Star as a rule male strippers dont't quite float my boat as i much prefer to see men in their full glory rather than a semi state ;-) Although i have from time to time made an exception to that rule........ |
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6:48 am Tuesday, 27th May, 2014
Stargirl, I was the one dressed as a workman. Overalls, hard hat, tool belt! In fairness I'd gone to hang a couple of doors, and fit a new window, but took a wrong turn and ended up on stage! 'When in Rome!' img src="imagesadultemoticons026.gif" img src="imagesadultemoticons026.gif" |
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7:18 am Tuesday, 27th May, 2014
Confession time: I was supposed to be at work 24 minutes ago. No, I'm not sick (what's that???), I overslept and decided that if i'm going to do this, I might as well do it well. So I'm here while waking up with my coffee instead of on a bus to do my thing. |
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8:29 am Tuesday, 27th May, 2014
Tsk |
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12:16 pm Tuesday, 27th May, 2014
EG, Ealish is queuing patiently to deliver your punishment. |
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12:20 pm Tuesday, 27th May, 2014
How many employment law regs would be broken if he was dismissed (or at least disciplined) on the grounds of being a man AND a dick? |
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7:16 pm Tuesday, 27th May, 2014
Really? That's disappointing! |
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10:56 pm Tuesday, 27th May, 2014
I paddle coming up EG, now touch your toes like a good girl should lol |
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8:34 am Thursday, 29th May, 2014
Ok on a serious note he could be very ill indeed and I think that it is important to understand that he may have been a little hero in managing to stagger in and sleep as he has done rather than crawling off somewhere and dying quietly. Obviously there have been tiny windows of relief from the suffering (a window just big enough for 15 pints and a bint with memorable top bits) but that would have been the exception not the norm. |
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2:48 pm Sunday, 22nd June, 2014
You all completely missed the point here!?! He obviously just got to the stage where he "thought" he was well enough for the stag do.. All that alcohol though, sent him into relapse! His immune system hadn't properly recovered, and the beer just wiped it out... Poor misunderstood lad! |
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7:55 am Friday, 11th November, 2016
Exactly, a poor misunderstood lad. |
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9:54 am Monday, 14th November, 2016
It seems that the site is now using old blogs from The Golden Age to attract site participants. Could this be something akin to TV channels airing "re-runs" ?? 🙂 |