Flumanchoo

Cold sweat and pounding head,
Aching joints, stiff legged gait,
Slow shuffle walk, grunts and groans,
Hot flushes and sore bruised eyes,
Broken glass hack of a cough,
Blocked nose, stuffed sinuses,
A twenty five year old, going on ninety,
It hurts to talk, the lights too bright,
Feed me, rub me, pamper me,
I feel so ill, I might be dying…

What?
Phone in sick?
Not go to work?
Silly woman, I’m not that ill!