#man flu

[awkward-fink]

In times of sickness - Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

“Love. This is it. This is how I go. Forgotten an' a' alone in this daft world, watchin' the folk pass by without a single glance at me. I’m burnin', I tell ye Love. Ma heart's turnin' to liquid in ma chest, ma lungs are jam-packed I can barely breathe. An' every step is agony, ma muscles just willnae work. This is it. This is ma end. But I’m glad ye’re by ma side. Hold me close, Love, let ma heavy head rest against yer ample breasts for one last time afore ma eyes close forever an' I leave this world behind. I can hear the heavens callin' ma name, the angels' trumpets soundin' to open the gates for me. I can see ma Grandma wavin' at me, welcomein' me!”

“Love, Johnny, listen. First, your grandma is still alive and kicking. Second, you only have a little –“ But your husband is groaning loudly now, splayed over the bed and over your legs, his forehead pressing against the skin of your stomach, his head nuzzling into your fingers as you card them through his lackluster mohawk.

“Ma angel, ma darlin' beloved wifey, ma better half, dinnae miss me tae much, for I'll be waitin' fer ye ahint the gates o' heaven. I'll be watchin' o'er ye every second o' every day, ye'll never be alane. Ma heart's beatin' only fer ye and noo it’s beatin' sae much harsher, breathin' is gettin' sae hard I can barely stand it anymore. I just want it tae end, I wisnae made tae suffer like this, tae go oot in agony o' the sickness wreckin' ma body. Whaur's ma glory? Whaur’s the explosions heraldin' ma passin'? Nae, only me in yer arms, slowly leakin' ma life awa' intae the abyss. At least I can see yer eyes an’ lips ae last time. Love, ma Honey, ma wife, please, gie me one last kiss afore I go an' rest in eternity. Tell ma team houw brave I wis and that I'll miss them…” Johnny whines loudly, nosing against your bare navel, his big and burly arms loosely wrapped around your back to hold you close to him as he dies tragically on your lap, his body twitching one last time.

Or so he would like to portray it. But you must chuckle as you gently stroke your husbands mohawk and head, nails scratching softly over his scalp, making the man moan loudly, and not in pain.

“Darling, you only have a little cold and a sniffle. Nothing we can’t get rid of in the next few days. Tell you what, im gonna draw you a bath, a hot one with the additive you like so much, the one that smells of sandalwood? And then im gonna order some food in and will join you in the bath, how does that sound?”

“Like a wee miracle... Hey, lassie, closin' in skin contact an' *even mair* does help wi' fightin' illness, aye?” He grins salaciously at you, a mischievous glint in the one eye you can see. You laugh. And slap him once. “You insatiable monster.”

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He has the man flu

And he has it bad

He is dying for sure.

Soap is the biggest attention wh*** when he is sick, no one has ever been in so much agony as he is now, for sure

You must stand by his side, because he wants to die in your arms

Or between your legs, he is not shy about that

The closer you two are the better and there is not much closer than *that*, right?

Also, his uncle once told him skin contact and light exertion would help with battling illness, so why not do it with you in the bath or bed?

Will whine and groan and moan until you finally lay beside him in bed, cuddling him

Loves it when you scratch his scalp and neck gently with your nails.

Is the quickest to be healthy again, but also the most vocal when sick or feeling sick (but only where its safe, only ever with you and at home)

Snores so loud you need earbuds to sleep beside him, is also a drooler when sick.

[rainbowfey]

29 "I've got you."

@flufftober

The Kasugai crow curiously peered at the piece of paper Kyoujurou unfolded, tilting its small head while watching him. Kyoujurou grinned at his crow and held the paper out to it. “Wanna read it out to me?” he asked and laughed when his crow shot him a look that could only be described as indignant.

His crow cawed at him, apparently not considering his joke worth an actual reply. And while still grinning to himself, Kyoujurou looked back at the letter the crow had brought him. While that was not unusual in itself, Kyoujurou was used to his crow telling him who the sender was. This letter though was decidedly mysterious as even his crow did not know who had sent it to him. Apparently, it had been brought to him by another crow who had only told him that the letter was urgent and had to reach Kyoujurou as quickly as possible.

Curious, Kyoujurou held the letter close to his face, squinting while he tried to make out the scrawny letters sprawled over the paper. Somehow, the handwriting seemed rather familiar but he could not place it. Instead, he focused on the short message scribbled onto the paper.

“Kyoujurou,” he read out loud, smiling to himself when his crow hopped onto his shoulder, peeking at the letter, “my time has come. If you want to see me one last time, meet me where we used to watch the sunset. I shall be waiting.”

Kyoujurou paused and exchanged a confused glance with his crow. “That does seem rather dramatic,” he murmured. “And it’s not signed. What do you think who sent the letter?”

His crow moved its wings as if it tried to shrug. “An idiot,” it cawed and tilted its head, looking at Kyoujurou with an amused sparkle in its dark eyes. “Your idiot.”

Kyoujurou stared at his crow speechlessly for a moment which evoked a croaky laugh. “You mean … Tengen?” he asked, just to be sure, and his crow nodded decidedly.

Kyoujurou thought about it for a moment, torn between protesting and laughing. While a bit mean-spirited, the suspicion was indeed spot on. And now that he thought about it, the ominous remark about watching the sunset also fit his crow’s guess as he vividly remembered many nights of him and Tengen watching the sunset from the roof of Tengen’s house.

“Well, to Tengen’s mansion then,” he said with a grin and his crow rolled its eyes. “You don’t have to accompany me, Kaname. We’ll meet up later.”

And when he smiled at his crow, it nestled up to his cheek and cawed softly before carefully pushing off his shoulder and soaring into the sky. Kyoujurou watched his companion fly away with a smile before he turned the other direction and started on the path leading him to Tengen’s home. While walking, he took another good look at the letter and involuntarily asked himself whether this was just another one of Tengen’s jokes or whether he was actually being serious for once. And somehow, this thought unsettled him just enough to quicken his pace until he raced along the street, blowing up dust.

Less than an hour later, Kyoujurou finally reached Tengen’s mansion that was equally as flashy as Tengen himself was. Even though he was fairly certain that the letter was just one of Tengen’s many theatrics he could not shake off the urge to see for himself, just to make sure that Tengen was alright after all. When he knocked at the door, he was surprised to notice that his heart was beating a bit faster than he would expect, even after a sprint like this. He glanced down at his hands and paused when he saw them trembling slightly. Confused, he clenched them to fists and then slowly relaxed them again but they still felt a bit shaky.

This endeavor distracted him enough that he only realized after a moment that nobody had answered the door. Kyoujurou furled his brows and knocked again, this time more firmly. “Tengen?” he called out. “It’s me, open up.”

But the mansion stayed silent. Kyoujurou held his breath when his heart started beating even faster. He looked down at his chest skeptically, unsure of what to make of it. He knocked again, this time with so much force that the door shook in its hinges. But again, nobody came to the door. Absentmindedly, Kyoujurou pulled the letter from his pocket and read it again, wondering whether he had misread where to meet Tengen. A small voice in his mind whispered that he might have even been mistaken in his assumption of who wrote the letter, but Kyoujurou pushed it aside. “Meet me where we used to watch the sunset,” he muttered to himself, helplessly staring at the letter.

When the words did not change, he sighed and looked up at the sky that was now slowly turning a beautiful shade of red as the sun sank down to the horizon. And when Kyoujurou looked at the sun, his head shot up. Where they watched the sunset, that could only mean one thing. At first, he had simply thought of Tengen’s mansion but now that he thought about it, they had always made themselves comfortable on the roof deck of the house when watching the sunset.

Kyoujurou shot the door a pensive look before he shrugged and turned around, leaving it behind. He walked along the wall lining the property to a point where he could easily climb it. When he was on top of the wall, he balanced on it and walked back to the house, climbing up its side with slow and steady movements. In less than five minutes, he had made it to the roof and carefully walked over it to the other side of the house where the roof deck faced the backside of the mansion, overlooking the garden and the lake that lay behind it.

From where he stood, he could not view the deck and thus, he laid down, back facing the garden, and carefully lowered his body from the roof down until his feet touched the deck. And when he had found safe footing, he let go of the roof and safely landed on the deck.

“Ah, fair friend,” a voice behind him said weakly. “You’ve made it in time.”

Kyoujurou turned around – and flinched when he saw Tengen laying on a cot, his hand hanging down to the floor. While Kyoujurou still stared at him entirely bewildered, Tengen slowly sat up, his face twisting with exhaustion. “I am glad that I can see your beautiful face one last time.”

Kyoujurou stood frozen in place, staring at Tengen who now smiled at him feebly, reaching out for him with a trembling hand. “What … what are you talking about?” Kyoujurou heard himself ask.

Tengen sighed heavily and shot him a deeply sorrowful smile. “You’ll have to be brave, my friend. Promise me that you’ll be brave.”

Kyoujurou waited but when Tengen looked at him, seemingly expecting an answer, he nodded. “I promise,” Kyoujurou said, a strange shiver running down his spine.

Tengen nodded weakly. “Good, good. It pains me to say it but … my time has come. I am standing on death’s doorstep and I wanted to see your beloved face one last time before I greet death as my friend and guardian.”

“You … what?” Kyoujurou asked. His ears started ringing when he stared at Tengen’s pale face, desperately trying to make sense of what Tengen was saying.

Tengen’s eyes were full of sorrow when he nodded gravely. Slowly, he hoisted himself up and shakily got up, his legs trembling under his weight. Kyoujurou watched speechlessly as Tengen slowly stumbled towards him.

And then, Tengen’s legs gave in and he fell forward. In a flash, Kyoujurou dove towards him and caught him just in time. “I’ve got you,” he gasped, wrapping his arms around Tengen.

Kneeling on the ground, he held Tengen in his arms who now looked up to him and slowly reached out, cupping Kyoujurou’s cheek with his hand. “My beloved,” he whispered, “I always knew I’d like to die in your arms.”

For a moment, they stared at each other and Kyoujurou’s heart raced in his chest, confused by how his body reacted to Tengen’s warmth and by the entirely bizarre situation. And then, he snapped out of it and glared at Tengen, fury bubbling in his chest. “Cut the crap out,” he hissed and abruptly got up, pulling Tengen up with him.

While Tengen hung over him like a sack of potatoes, Kyoujurou dragged him back to the cot and rather ungently made him sit back down. He let go of him and Tengen immediately started slumping down and Kyoujurou quickly grabbed his wrists, stabilizing him. When he was sure Tengen would not just flop to the side again, he knelt down before him and stared at him. “Now tell me, what is wrong with you?”

Tengen heaved a deep sigh, blinking slowly. When he spoke, his voice dragged as if every word cost him all of his remaining strength. “My body is turning against me,” he squeezed out. “The air itself is trying to suffocate me.”

Kyoujurou stared at him for a moment before he pointedly drew a deep breath. “I don’t feel it,” he said, furrowing an eyebrow.

Tengen weakly shook his head and wrung his hands. “There’s a fire raging within me and it will consume me at any moment now. I might only have mere minutes left.”

Kyoujurou tilted his head. “Good thing I’m the Flame Hashira,” he said. “I know a thing or two about fire.”

And while Tengen looked at him, a plaintive expression on his face, Kyoujurou reached for him and gently felt his forehead. He nodded to himself when Tengen’s skin felt hot under his fingers. “Not quite fire,” he explained, “but rather a light fever I’d say.”

Tengen groaned and his shoulders sank down. “I knew it,” he proclaimed rather dramatically, “the fever is eating me alive until there’s nothing left of me than ashes. Please bury me under my favorite tree, will you?”

Kyoujurou gave him a stern look. “You don’t have a favorite tree, Tengen,” he replied while taking a closer look. Now that he had an idea what to watch out for, he quickly noticed that the skin around Tengen’s nose seemed irritated. And when he glanced at the cot, he could see a box of tissues conveniently hidden under it.

As if to confirm his suspicion, Tengen grabbed his throat and made a choking sound. “I can’t breathe,” he gasped and producing a rattling breath.

Kyoujurou softly sighed and nodded. “I’m pretty sure I know what’s going on,” he muttered, more to himself than anything.

But Tengen leaned closer and grabbed his wrists, looking at him with his eyes wide as saucers. “Will you stand with me as I fight my last battle?” he asked insistently, his eyes fixed on Kyoujurou.

Kyoujurou tried to suppress the laughter bubbling up in his throat. Now that he had convinced himself that Tengen was in fact not dying but rather suffering from this renowned and mysterious illness called man flu, his heartbeat quickly calmed down. He smiled to himself and shook his head.

“You will not?” Tengen asked shell-shocked, clutching his chest. And when Kyoujurou looked up, he saw that the hurt in Tengen’s eyes was genuine this time.

Kyoujurou quickly reached for Tengen and gently squeezed his hand. “I will always stand with you,” he said softly before straightening his shoulders. “But for this battle, I have an even better idea.”

For a moment, a tender smile appeared on Tengen’s lips, his face softening before he suddenly seemed to remember that he was deathly ill and therefore had to look as ailing as possible. “What is it?” he breathed, his eyes dramatically wide.

Kyoujurou grinned and held his other hand out to Tengen. And when Tengen placed his hand in Kyoujurou’s, he pulled him up and said, “If you follow me, I’ll show you.”

Together, they left the roof deck and walked down to the living room. Or rather, Kyoujurou walked and dragged Tengen with him who seemed rather content clinging to Kyoujurou like a particularly giant sack of potatoes. When they finally reached the living room, Kyoujurou was out of breath and he was glad that he could place Tengen on the sofa where he laid down with a dramatic groan.

“I’ll be right back,” Kyoujurou said and turned to leave when Tengen abruptly grabbed his wrist.

He turned back and found Tengen looking at him with wide eyes. “If I die while you’re gone,” Tengen asked, “will you remember me fondly?”

For a moment, Kyoujurou was torn between explaining to Tengen that he would not die and slapping him. But then he realized that this was a game two could play. And while laughing internally, he forced a wistful expression to his face. With grand pathos, he grabbed a blanket from the pile next to the sofa and carefully tucked Tengen in. Then, he leaned closer and gave Tengen a soft kiss on the forehead. “I could never forget you, my love,” he whispered, blinking rapidly as if he had to fight back tears. And while Tengen still stared at him thunderstruck, Kyoujurou clutched his heart and ran out of the living room, weeping loudly.

Only when he had closed the door behind him, did he allow himself to burst into laughter. Tengen’s face was priceless. He had very obviously not expected Kyoujurou to turn the tables and surprisingly, the whole game was way more fun if he tried to one-up Tengen in it. However, even with all of Tengen’s theatrics, it did seem like he had caught quite the cold. Not life-threatening, of course, but a bit uncomfortable nonetheless. And since Kyoujurou did not have any other plans, he might as well do Tengen the favor and nurse him back to health. And while still chuckling to himself, Kyoujurou searched through the kitchen, satisfied with what he found.

Half an hour later, Kyoujurou headed back to the living room, balancing a tray in his hands. When he opened the door, he caught Tengen humming to himself before he quickly put on his face of suffering, dramatically sniffling into a tissue. “My body gives up on me,” he greeted Kyoujurou and put his hand on his forehead, slightly leaning back. “Death is near, I can feel it.”

“I will fight him off,” Kyoujurou said reassuringly and set the tray down on the coffee table next to the sofa. “You’re safe with me, dearest.”

Tengen seemed torn between another melodramatic remark and his curiosity as he peeked at the tray. Kyoujurou sat down next to Tengen and carefully handed him a cup. “This hot lemon will expel the demons possessing your body,” he explained and saw a hint of approval in Tengen’s eyes. “And this will soothe the fire eating you up from the inside.”

And with those words, he gently placed a wet towel on Tengen’s forehead. Tengen’s soft sigh made him smile to himself and when Tengen took a first sip of the drink, his pained expression quickly gave way to a content one. “Drink up, buttercup,” Kyoujurou said and ruffled Tengen’s hair which almost made Tengen snort into his cup. “And in an hour, my very special ‘defeat death’ soup will be ready.”

Tengen’s head shot up and when he spoke, he completely forgot to sound strained. “You’re making soup for me? For real?”

Kyoujurou nodded and smiled. “I can’t let my love succumb to death after all, can I?”

Tengen thought about it for a moment and when he looked at Kyoujurou, his eyes were full of warmth. “No, I suppose you can’t,” he said and slowly, a grin formed on his face. “But I think death will take me any moment now, if I don’t get another kiss.”

Kyoujurou shook his head and laughed when he took the cup out of Tengen’s hand and set it back down on the coffee table. “Then let’s make sure that death doesn’t get you,” he said with a grin and leaned in to give Tengen another forehead kiss.

When he was so close that he could feel Tengen’s warmth on his skin, a mischievous smile appeared on Tengen’s face. And before he knew what was happening, Tengen moved up a bit, purposefully moving his forehead out of reach. And when their lips touched, Kyoujurou felt two arms wrap around him, pulling him close, that certainly did not feel weakened by a deathly sickness.

[colleybri]

[kstripling]

[memories-of-ancients]

I'm really tough. Well sort of. If its being chocked, put in an armlock, smashed in the jaw, knee on belly, leg locks, ankle cranks, body cranks, being punched, kicked etc. I'm tough

If its a cold, headache, or tummy ache I turn into a baby.

[faofinn]

30. Patient 0

They’d booked an Airbnb, the whole family. Fao, Finn, Hars, Ely, Jess and Tai, as well as all the kids. They’d found this place in the Cotswolds, away from the hustle and bustle of London, and it was perfect. Loads of room, a cosy fireplace, all the essentials. They’d not been a able to get their Christmas work patterns sorted to spend it together, so they’d agreed on a week off together now the kids had broken up to enjoy being with the family. 

But Christmas time meant coughs and colds were rife, especially with young kids, and they’d quickly spread through the group, decimating their plans and soon reducing them to the Sick and the Well. Luckily the house they’d booked was big enough, and they were able to claim a part of it as a spot for those who had gotten sick to stay and be miserable whilst the others stayed busy trying to enjoy themselves. 

Of course Harrison was the first to succumb to it, far from surprising as a grizzly Levi had refused to be anywhere but his hip. With his immunosuppressants, any illness was so much worse, but it was also Harrison - a cold would be the end of the world, but pneumonia was just another day to work. 

Keeping a close eye on everything (and in contact with his consultant), he was happy enough to curl on the sofa with snacks and Disney films. 

Fao was next to join him, bringing Kieran along, just proof that Levi definitely was not sneaking into his brothers' room. Harrison felt beyond miserable, and couldn't help but grin as Fao joined him. The two curled up on the sofa together, the kids squished up with them. Harrison had his head in Fao's lap, pestering the other man to play with his hair - Fao couldn't lie down with his chest, so Harrison was simply making the best of a bad situation, was his excuse. He also drew the short straw with Harrison being the first one to fall and now in charge of the remote. 

Aristocats was the first film, of course it was, every song earning a rendition from Harrison, much to the kids' delight. It wasn't that unusual to hear Hars sing now, happy and content and stable for the first in a long while. It had been his favourite film as a child, the VHS one of his only possessions, and one he still had. Things were easily lost and stolen during all the moves and upheaval, but by sheer determination, he managed to keep it safe. 

Once he'd moved in with Steve, its place on the top of the list had only become more solidified, Steve coincidentally buying him a small stuffed cat. Of course with Harrison's history, Steve quickly joked he was O'Malley the Alley Cat, scrappy and street smart, willing to do whatever he needed to get what he wanted. And Fao ran with it, taking Hars to get his O'Malley tattoo on his 18th birthday. Somehow it had survived all the injuries and operations and scars, and he absently rubbed his hand across the ink. 

It was easy to forget where he'd come from, especially when he was feeling so rough and miserable, but he wouldn't change it for the world. Kieran had dozed off on top of him, and Harrison carefully stretched out for his phone and swiped his arm. 8.7. He knew he didn't need to check, not really, but since he'd been so unwell, he just couldn't help himself; he needed to make sure they were okay. 

Levi was curled into Fao, his hand curled around the loose fabric of his hoodie and snoring through a snotty nose. He sighed, settling back into Fao, happy both his kids were fine. 

"I'm sorry you got sick." He murmured to Fao. 

Fao hummed, his hand returning to Harrison’s hair. “Mm, it’s okay. Was bound to happen.” He said softly. “Doubt we’ll be the last, either.”

"We definitely won't be." He said softly, making a content noise at Fao's fingers in his hair. "God, that's nice."

Fao laughed, though it threatened to turn into a cough. “Careful, you’re married now.” He teased. “Kieran’s sugars okay?”

"Tai can have Ely." He brushed it off. "Yeah, he's doing well with them."

“Mm, good.”

"I feel fucking rotten." He admitted, voice a whisper. 

“I bet.” He murmured. “Can I get you anything?”

"You're meant to be sick too, not looking after me."

“I’m sick but I’m not dead, and I’m not immunocompromised either.”

He hummed. "I'm happy enough here, you’re helping."

“Mm, okay.” Fao murmured. “Who do you think is gonna be next? Finn?”

"Alfie. The three keep swapping beds. Finns been kicked out of yours so he should be safe." He joked. "Or maybe Jess, just for five minutes peace from him."

Fao laughed, setting off a cough. When he recovered, he sniffed. “So the germs came from your house, eh? I think it’ll be Finn or one of my kids, and if it’s Arthur then Ely won’t be long behind.”

"Levi was fine when we left." He protested weakly, though there was a flicker of mischief. "And I'm immunocompromised. I'm always gonna get ill. How can you be so mean to me?"

“I was gonna say it’s not my fault you’re immunocompromised, but it actually is.” Fao said lightly. 

Harrison stretched out. "Oh, yeah. All your fault."

“So rude of me.”

"How dare you save my life."

“Shocking behaviour. You’re just as much to blame for my chest sounding as shit as it does, though.”

"Sure, sure -" Harrison broke off coughing, finally stopping with a groan. He took a few moments to breath, his chest heaving. "Fuck's sake. I can't do this."

Fao frowned, reaching out for Hars. “Hey. You alright?”

Harrison nodded slowly, pushing himself more upright. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. Just need to not be ill."

Fao rested a hand on his shoulder. “Careful.”

"I love the kids, I do, but they can keep their germs." He tried to joke.

“I know, as if it wasn’t bad enough working in a hospital.”

"Yeah, that's true." His frown faded as Levi stirred, his heart melting at his sleepy yawn. "Hey, Leaf. You okay?"

He rubbed his eyes with a closed fist and then his face on Fao's hoodie. "'m tired."

"I bet. Did daddy wake you up?"

He nodded, shuffling about again. "All the coughing."

"Oh, I'm sorry, kid. I didn't mean to."

Fao stroked a hand over his godson’s hair. “Go on, back to sleep, kid. We’ll try not to wake you up again, hmm?”

"Is daddy okay?" He stretched out, worry on his face.

“Your Daddy’s fine. He just had a bit of a cough.”

"We've all got coughs. And snotty noses." He nodded. "And sleepy."

“Cos we’re all poorly.” Fao said. “You have a snooze again.”

He settled back down. "Okay. Love you." 

Harrison grinned. "Love you too, Leaf."

“Sweet dreams, little one.”

"Oh, bless him." Harrison murmured. "I hate when they're ill, but he's so cute when he's snuggly."

“I know, until they won’t leave me alone. Beth would live in my pocket when she’s ill.”

"She might end up joining us by the end of the week."

“She probably will.”

"It does make me laugh."

“What does?”

"We come away on holiday, finally all have the time off together, and now we've been split up with patient zero over here." He shook his head. "So much for a big family gathering."

“God, I know. It’s sod’s law.”

"Not to sound like a stroppy kid, but it's not fair."

“You always sound like a stroppy kid, and then complain when yours are.” Fao teased. 

"Don't be rude to me, I'm sick."

“So am I.”

Harrison moved to settle against Fao again. "So be nice to me."

“Mm, no.”

"Ouch!"

“You love it really.”

He grinned up at him. "Yeah."

“Can’t complain.”

"Watch me."

Fao snorted. “Makes a change, not.”

"Don't laugh at me!" He protested with a laugh.

“Nope.”

There was a knock on the door, drawing both men's attention. Finn stood in the doorway, wrapped in an oversized hoodie and a blanket, and looking particularly miserable. 

"Shove over, let me join yous."

Fao grinned. “Welcome to quarantine.” He joked. “It’s got you too. Must be man flu, the girls are immune. Come join, Hars put Disney on, just don’t wake Levi or he’ll get mad.”

"It's not man flu, I'm dying." Finn said dramatically. "There's no room for me on the sofa." 

"Snooze you lose." Harrison laughed. "It's definitely man flu. Even the kids are boys."

[photowalkmyworld]

5 Jan 24

And it begins.. the nose, the throat..

[pointless-letters]

“…and can you see your friend in the room with you right now, Mrs Franklin?”

[geeoharee]

oh, love that feeling of going to bed with a slight sore throat that presages Days Of Complete Misery

sure enough today's mood is 'someone has filled my sinuses with rocks'

[books-in-a-storm]

Romance A Day🌹

Man Flu, S.J. Ryan

[fredthedemonpartner]

Who cares if you would still love me if I was a worm, I wanna know if you would still love me if I was incredibly dramatic about being sick with a head cold or cough. Would you still love me if I was a Victorian child bedridden with tuberculosis?

[disastercoded]

Manflu :(

I just learned that being genderfluid means that I can get the dreaded manflu. My temperature is currently at about 38.3 C (about 101 F), so I am reasonable sure I will end up in the ICU soon. My nose is stuffed and I have intermittent slight headaches whenever I try reading, watching TV, or writing. So there is nothing to do but plan for my untimely demise or should I survive, dealing with long-term consequences like muscle loss due being unable to work out.

The women in my family do not show much in terms of pity but since all the men and gender-fluid /non-binary people in the family have the manflu, they probably are in shock that we are all likely going to die. They mostly tell us that drinking water and sleeping should fix everything, which I find highly questionable.

[serpentandflame]

I love that men buy our "Man Flu" candle the most at events. I appreciate someone who can make fun of themself. (Smells like baby Vics vapor rub)

[shrawfrog]

Illness with Bells and Whistles

I haven’t visited anywhere particularly envirnmentally hazardous of late regards catching some sort of bastard cold, but like the goldfish found on someone’s lawn in the North east last week I have absolutely no idea why I have found myself in this fog off illness. Sort throat leading to a feeling of discomfort in and around the ears, threatening to pop at any time, tearing into the harshness of…

[psych0ruinz]

currently rocking it man flu style. absolutely snot filled, sinuses so gunked my teeth and jaw hurt crazy style.