Man Flu

I don’t officially have man flu on the basis I have been to work.
But I have had a pretty rubbish cold with an especially irksome cough and feel rather sorry for myself. I’m pretty sure that going to work and uni libraries and stressing about my writing-up has not helped me recover but finances and submission deadlines await no woman.
Now as I start to feel marginally less like the walking dead a weird thought has struck me – it occurs to me that I had not mentally listed joint pain and aching muscles as symptoms of the bug but merely chalked them up to my everyday pain problems with a twist of poor sleep. I know (impersonally/logically/academically) that physical discomfort and painful muscles are usually listed as symptoms of a cold/flu but I can no longer tell what counts as normal and what as ill. I wonder what else this applies to… what level of pain would I would consider ‘normal’ when lifting or carrying and would I damage myself (further?) simply because I expect things to hurt?

Pain is so subjective and I have been conditioned to believe, firstly that mine is less than everyone elses and secondly that it is at best a suggestion you are approaching your limits and at worst a weakness. Mostly I therefore treat it as inconvenience to be endured.
I should know differently.
Not only is pain a warning signal (even a misfiring warning signal is a sign you need to change something) but accepting pain is not the same as merely pretending it isn’t there.

UnderAppreciated Advantages

Its one of those unmentioned blessings of having a 2 household family: M & I were having a new boiler installed (my bank account is very sad about this – but toasty warm wife = good) so the house has been freezing and noisy. However, since B’s house is but slipper-shuffling distance away last night M & I went round to the warmth of his and watched TV while he made us food. Today since I haven’t slept so well of late I padded round and curled in the bed he had just vacated to go to work, whilst M watched TV downstairs.
Its not everyone who can manage that.

I haven’t really complained about it here yet, but M is quite ill. Its one of the reasons we needed to be somewhere warm. Viral pneumonia on top of being bullied at work is really not good. I am very worried about her but I just don’t know how to help.

At least B understands why I’m stressed and M has learnt to let me look after her.