This was awesome. It was so perfectly timed that I got to turn a guest post into a real collab. Plus it gave me something to publish while my brain's a ll fuzzy from cold medication 😆
Brilliant. Subscribed. (for free though - I'm a writer, therefore, skint)
I do want to share my Manflu tip though. I stopped calling it manflu long ago, once I realised that no matter what partner I was with, mentioning 'manflu' would get me an eye roll, rather than the sympathy and Last Rites that were clearly called for.
So now I declare: "My love, I have contracted The Widow Maker." She then fetches the priest. At least, I think she's gone for the priest. She's been gone a long while...
While all you men pine over yourselves, I have changed the name to
wo/man flu. I had that for 2 weeks, 2 WEEKS. I coughed so hard, cereal flew out off my mouth and pasted itself on my tv screen. I was so congested, I had to breathe out of another orifice. I fell asleep while standing up. So BOO HOO
We all caught the bug going around but while I was quietly trying not to disturb anyone with my dying last breath, my son-in-law was moaning his loudest. JFC, I’d rather die alone than listen to that noise again.😉
Some of us are aware of just how pathetic we get when we're ill. We're not proud of it but since we keep getting told by women that we're the weaker sex...
...we'll muddle through, if we survive the sniffles at all.
I am just cackling, as I suspect most women readers who have ever had to deal with “terminally ill” men are. Oh the moaning! Oh the chilling! Oh the “I’m dying, I couldn’t possibly eat…wait is that French toast?”
Who hasn't wondered if dying would be better than their acute misery? Once they're recovered, they feel reborn as if by magic! I'm thankful for my amazing immune system.
When I’m sick I am like a dog, I just want to crawl under the front porch and lie on the cool earth. Any attempt by others to soothe me is quickly barked at, with the occasional growl reserved for those who would take away my favorite bone. Just leave me alone and I’ll be fine, but being a dog I will respond favorably to food, however briefly.
Trust me: I know how they both feel. For the record, thanks to a certain movie director from Pittsburgh, the Manflu struggle is a permanent part of popular culture: https://youtu.be/yQRLJm2yN3I
My girlfriend has never experienced Man Flu. Me, I was eight before I learned that what to me was “being sick” was described by others as “near-death experiences.” I’m almost looking forward to telling her “I’m gonna try not to come back. I’m gonna TRY…”
Yeah I think everyone has different limits. When I broke my leg and dislocated my ankle I was oddly calm but if I get the flu I'm the biggest baby going 😆
Hey Robin!
I'm still alive, barely.
It's an honor to collab with someone so funny, cool, awesome and most importantly, kind.
Thank you for sharing and get well soon. ❤️
This was awesome. It was so perfectly timed that I got to turn a guest post into a real collab. Plus it gave me something to publish while my brain's a ll fuzzy from cold medication 😆
May the force be with us.
Brilliant. Subscribed. (for free though - I'm a writer, therefore, skint)
I do want to share my Manflu tip though. I stopped calling it manflu long ago, once I realised that no matter what partner I was with, mentioning 'manflu' would get me an eye roll, rather than the sympathy and Last Rites that were clearly called for.
So now I declare: "My love, I have contracted The Widow Maker." She then fetches the priest. At least, I think she's gone for the priest. She's been gone a long while...
Ha ha ha! That's great. The widow maker, love it.
Thank you for subscribing. I'm just happy to share my stories with cool people.
No money needed.
Unless you win the lotto in which case, circle back. 😆
While all you men pine over yourselves, I have changed the name to
wo/man flu. I had that for 2 weeks, 2 WEEKS. I coughed so hard, cereal flew out off my mouth and pasted itself on my tv screen. I was so congested, I had to breathe out of another orifice. I fell asleep while standing up. So BOO HOO
MAN FLU, Move over.
I'm so sorry you went through all that and I hope you're OK now.
And you're right about us guys being overly dramatic. My wife is very patient.
By the way, what brand if cereal was it?
Why, did that make you hungry?
😆 no, but curious.
I really love nuts and bananas. :)
Me too but I don't wanna barf em
I didn't eat them to "barf em", I ate them because I was hungry and I'm addicted to them. And I didn't "barf em", I coughed them. Jeez.
Great Grains Banana Nut Crunch with almonds and walnuts.
Yikes!
We all caught the bug going around but while I was quietly trying not to disturb anyone with my dying last breath, my son-in-law was moaning his loudest. JFC, I’d rather die alone than listen to that noise again.😉
Tell him he has my empathy, support, and full backing 💪
Some of us are aware of just how pathetic we get when we're ill. We're not proud of it but since we keep getting told by women that we're the weaker sex...
...we'll muddle through, if we survive the sniffles at all.
We already have runny noses, we don't need runny hearts 😢
Prayers for all those in the deathly grip of the Manflu.
Stay strong 💪
OMG, this described my house just this past weekend. Except he wasn’t even sick, he got his shingles vaccine 🤨😒.
I am just cackling, as I suspect most women readers who have ever had to deal with “terminally ill” men are. Oh the moaning! Oh the chilling! Oh the “I’m dying, I couldn’t possibly eat…wait is that French toast?”
I mean...I'd come back to life too if you offered some french toast.
Did you say French tost? Where??
Love, love, love this!
Thank you 😊 🙏
We all had man flu over the holidays.
If you ever want to appear more worldly, call it Grippe d’homme. (Pronounced Grip dumb)
Everything sounds fancier a la Francais!
Ohhh fancy illness 🤒 🥐 😆
Lol! So true!!!!!! Absolutely hilarious!
Thank you 😊
Nice collab Robin...with Peter.
Also, Mike's dog has a very nice tongue.
Thank you so much. Scrolling back up to check out the tongue 👅
Thanks Karen, it was cool to be able to turn this into a collab, not just a guest post. The timing was perfect!
I noticed the tongue as well, very well positioned! Haha
Who hasn't wondered if dying would be better than their acute misery? Once they're recovered, they feel reborn as if by magic! I'm thankful for my amazing immune system.
Can I borrow it? 😆
When I’m sick I am like a dog, I just want to crawl under the front porch and lie on the cool earth. Any attempt by others to soothe me is quickly barked at, with the occasional growl reserved for those who would take away my favorite bone. Just leave me alone and I’ll be fine, but being a dog I will respond favorably to food, however briefly.
I feel this deeply
Happy to leave you alone.
Lazarus is the man who rose from the dead because Jesus told him to do it. Your wife is telling you the same thing.
You're on to something, my child 🤔 👀
Trust me: I know how they both feel. For the record, thanks to a certain movie director from Pittsburgh, the Manflu struggle is a permanent part of popular culture: https://youtu.be/yQRLJm2yN3I
It's the real deal but woman are tougher than men from my experience.
My wife has perfected the understanding eyeroll
My girlfriend has never experienced Man Flu. Me, I was eight before I learned that what to me was “being sick” was described by others as “near-death experiences.” I’m almost looking forward to telling her “I’m gonna try not to come back. I’m gonna TRY…”
Yeah I think everyone has different limits. When I broke my leg and dislocated my ankle I was oddly calm but if I get the flu I'm the biggest baby going 😆
As I point out every flu season, “Anybody can cough up blood. Coughing up urine, though, takes TALENT.”
Ha ha ha. Alright I'm stealing that 😆
Ok, I'll mention you