Here we are on day two of this blogging discovery, don't worry I shan't keep this day counting for too much longer, the day dawned brilliant and white. Too bright in fact, why does illness make things so much worse? This is the 3rd day that the glands in my throat have been inflamed and the drugs just don't work! Drug companies spend millions if not thousands of millions, I am British therefore 1 billion is a million million not a paltry 1,000 million, and half the time I can never notice the drugs actually taking effect. Have I been part of some ludicrous experiment where the drugs I buy or am prescribed have been replaced with flour or sugar? "Stop moaning!" I hear you cry, "Go and see a doctor!" The last thing that one really wants to do is have to go anywhere when one is sick. If any women happen to be reading this, I don't have man flu, I don't have a cold or a cough so I am allowed to have my little episode on this.
I also remember reading some years ago, in the times (unfortunately only a breif paragraph), that when men contract the flu it does infact afflict them more than the creatures from venus or those strange creatures known as wimmin.