Today I’ve woken up feeling like death; it should be noted that I think I’m dying.
I’ve a sore throat, I ache like hell and I’m sweating (I know gross, but if I sharing, I’m sharing) and I can’t swallow. Ace.
Men would say they’ve ‘Man Flu’ I’m not about to be as dramatic as that, but I would go as far as to say I’m dying; not that anyone actually gives a shit (not the haters out there anyway), but because I’m not a man and us womenfolk have to just carry on with life regardless of how shit they feel, I feel like a sack of shit, to put it rather bluntly.
Feeling like a sack of shit when you’ve to work, is frankly the pits. I honestly don’t know how I’m going to get through the day with this shitty, foggy weather, did I mention it’s freezing too? No wonder animals hibernate – they’re not as stupid as you think they are, I mean I would if I was given the chance right now. Yes, I’d miss Christmas, the most magical and wonderful time of the year, but how I’m feeling right now, I couldn’t give two shits.
I think that today’s plan of action will to be mostly sit in my office, lamenting silently on how shit I feel, secretly wishing I could simply hibernate (or head back to bed) and hide from the world.
On that note, I’m going to stop my written moaning – I’m off to start my day; I’m seriously hoping I make it through the day; in the good old British spirit of things, I’m going to find my balls, man up and moan like a bugger!