I have decided that the term "man flu" can be used to cover any male ailment.
I am suffering from a very strong head cold, that has had the grace to stay with me since Friday morning. I am not feeling very well. However, Boy is suffering from an infected tooth and therefore any slight blip on my health radar is instantly rendered a non event.
Boy has been suffering from a jippy tooth for about six months, and each time it flairs up I insist that he goes to the dentist. But, Boy being Boy believes he doens't need to go to the dentist. Ususally the pain clears up after a day, hence his belief that it can be cured with a few paracetamol.
Until this weekend. He was complaining more than usual on Friday, so I suggested helpfully that he went to the dentist. He was complaining a lot on Friday night, and I again suggested that he should go to the dentist. This continued all through the weekend, and yesterday I was researching alternative therapies on the internet and forcing him to wash his mouth out with Tea Tree oil and Aloe Vera (didn't help much). I did explain several times that the paracetamol I was giving him was useless and he'd be far better off going to the Ambulatorio where they have much stronger drugs, or even to the dentist where they could pull out the offending tooth - but no, he had to be a man a continue suffering on the sofa.
This morning the left side of his face was swollen like a football, and he was obviously in pain. I took him to work where he went to see the on duty doctor, who duly sent him straight to the Ambulatorio. They gave him extra strong painkilling bug fighting drugs, and he is at home resting, pain free.
In other news, the dog's neck has swollen up (much like Boy's face) to mammoth proportions. This appears to have happened overnight, and as luck would have it the dog has been fine all weekend when we have been at home. Boy took him to the vet this morning and it appears he has sufferend an allergic reation to his new collar (the dog, not Boy).
I'm Jo. I'm 25 years old and spend my weeks working in Malaga city and my weekends at my house in Marbella. I share my house with Snoop and Copi the dogs, 1 rat, Gizmo and Pitbull the bunnies and various fish. There is a man about the house but his status changes too often to make it official on here.
About Me
- JJN
- I'm Jo. I used to be a 25 year old and spent my weeks working in Malaga city and my weekends at my house in Marbella. I shared my house with Snoop and Copi the dogs, 1 rat, Gizmo and Pitbull the bunnies and various fish. There was a man about the house but his status changed too often to make it official on here. Now, I'm 30 years old and spend my weeks working in the wonderful world of aeroplanes and my weekends pottering around the countryside in West Sussex. I still share my house with Snoop and Copi, and the addition of Shadow the Spaniel, Puss & Rodney the cats, and a stroppy horse named Murphy. There is an official man around the house who shares the same name as me. He is marginally better looking than me.
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