Coz you can’t keep a good copywriter down…
Today, I’m taking a stand. I’m standing up for all the chicks with germs. I’ve had the flu for the past week. A real one. A full on wipe me out, make me vomit flu.
And I’m calling out the men of this world. Man flu is no where near as bad as what I have – the ‘woman flu‘. The 2 men of my household both had what I call sniffles and a cough for a couple of days. They’re better. I’m still recovering and hocking up little bundles of green goodness. And if Bic think it’s all good to have a ‘woman pen’, I’m claiming we can have the woman flu.
So what’s the ‘woman flu’?
Here’s how my past week has progressed:
Razor blade sore throat. I still got up, showered, dressed, did my hair and make up to look half decent. I managed to get some work done, drive kids around and cook dinner. But yet, I couldn’t swallow my own spit.
Loss of voice. I still got up, showered, dressed, did my hair and make up to look half decent. I managed to get some work done, drive kids around and cook dinner. But yet, I couldn’t talk to communicate I was starting to struggle.
Coughing fits. I still got up…(you know my drill by now). But yet, it hurt to breathe, it make me gag, and worst of all, it made me need to pee. Sometimes a little too close to call. And now the bruised stomach makes Danny Green look like a pussy.
Vomiting. I still got up…(you’ve got that yeah). But yet, I was empty and dehydrated. I couldn’t keep anything down. My lips were burnt from bile. And it made me need to pee when heaving too hard.
And they say you should rest
I ask you when? When can a woman running a business and a household rest? I’ve pushed on I’m proud of myself. I’m tough. I’m feeling shitloads better and I didn’t whinge (much – a little bit, but not like a man).
Woman are tough. We get the all out mucussy, spewy, peey, coughy, feel like shit flu, and we just carry on and survive.
Disclaimer: In all fairness to the men in my household – they did manage to carry on and work – they’re tough (but only had half my woman flu)…