It started on a wet, dark and gloomy day here in Perth. (actually it was sunny with a nice breeze) but for more impact on how serious this is, let's go with dark and gloomy OK.
On this day that will go down in infamy, I sneezed! Yes The Sneeze that makes the walls shudder, the sneeze that erupts from your very soul, The Sneeze of Sneezes! The one that tells those in my household that all is not well and shan't be for as long as
Man Flu is in itself the worst that one can bare (or is it bear?). It Grabs a hold and doesn't let go, it tortures you to the point you can't rise from your bed or in my case the couch with 14 channels to choose from.
The women in this home don't seem to understand the seriousness of my ailment. I say this because when one has this debilitating almost deathly
So to find in the morning after the first sneeze that, said Tissues are no longer in their appropriate Tissue Box but rather strewn around the sick mans bed, I almost died, if I don't die from this unbearable influenza! The culprit must have seen how poorly I was and in an effort to make things right repacked or rather stuffed the tissues in their proper place.
I was thankful don't get me wrong but the problem with this was that every snot rag I tried to extract from the box came out in pieces. This made blowing my schnoz difficult to say the least. Half a tissue means blowing one nostril at a time. Being as ill as I
I know you are thinking now, "you poor, poor
Now can someone press the button on the remote? It seems a little heavy in my weakened state. Also a tea would be nice. No make it a wine... Cheers *Cough*, ohhhh!
You can leave your sympathies below and I'll try and respond when able. >
