The ramblings of Mrs. Hoolihan

My rants on life and everything in between. Desperately trying to remind myself that it's just not worth the jail time.



I’m feeling sorry for myself. 

I’m ill and I’m feeling sorry for myself.

Whilst I have a cold, my husband has man-flu. Whilst I’m coping, he’s ‘dying.’

We went out to celebrate one of our BFFs birthday last night and ended up home and in bed for 10.30pm whilst our mates partied on.

This am, I’ve played my snapchats back my mates sent downing shots and generally being fucked and I’m laid in bed feeling for myself that my ears are blocked and I can’t hear my own voice (probs no bad think you haters are thinking) and my voice sounds like Estelle in ‘Friends.’

However, for the moaning I’m undertaking, my friends have woken rougher than I have, so I’m ever so slightly smug that I’m not the worst one laid in bed this am.

On that note, I’m off to stuff my face with  Lemsip before our little man arrives back  from his sleep over at his Uncle Ric and Aunty Alex’s – I dare say they’re feeling worse than me anyway! 

I think I’m dying.

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!

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