The phenomenon of man flu dates back to prehistoric times. Picture the scene:a tribe of Stone-Age folk sat around the fire, deciding what needs to be done. Mrs Caveperson has a runny nose, sore throat and feels rather shitty. Her tasks for the day are to tend the fire, suckle her baby and sew animal skins together, or maybe she has to go out and root up some tubers with a pointy stick. So no real problems there.
But consider Mr Caveperson. His job is to go out and kill a woolly mammoth with a pointy stick similar to hers. Now, if his reactions are below par, or he sneezes at the wrong moment-no more Mr Caveperson, and no food for his family.
ManFlu needs stronger medication than Lemsip... Hot Bushmills intravenously & large doses of Neurofen ... Skysports for the lucid moments, a full irish breakfast & chinese takeaway dinner for the hunger brought on by the illness & mansize tisasues impregnated with aloe vera.
Best cure for so called man flu, leave him with the kids and all the house work while you go out and have a break....he wont be so quick to moan about been sick when he finds out how much women have to deal with when they are dying on their feet and still have to take care of the kids and do the house work....or better still send him to his mammy to look after him lol
The Mammy ... lots of TLC but a fate worse than death ... :evil2: