I’m ill. Again. I’m sick of being ill and bored of the winter too. Recognising these issues as #FirstWorldProblems is one thing, keeping up with the keyboard is quite another. Simply put, I cannot be bothered. I’ve spent all day thinking any moment I’ll write a quick post and then not bothering at all. Even after drinking a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, I have no energy at all. Cough, cough, sneeze, sniff, groan, that’s the soundtrack to my life.
I’m also bracing myself for the number of sexist remarks about me getting a second “Man-Flu”. I have not claimed, either with this cold or the last one, that I have flu. Yet everyone I meet, speak to and hear from, man or woman, adult or child has some disparaging remark to make about “Man-Flu” in connection with me. Men are no longer able to even make a complaint of suffering. This is sexism, plain and simple, simply reversed. We’ve had our turn of shoveling out the shit. We had it for many centuries. Now women can mock any man who expresses any form of suffering at all.