The great man-flu epidemic of one is nearly over. The smell of medication is slowly leaving the house, the complaining, moaning and stinky bad mood have all nearly gone and the amusing wish to go-and-beat-the-crap-out-of-whoever-infected-him is abating (I blame pc shootemup games for that attitude). Yes dear, you've been in a lot of pain, your throat really really hurt. I get it, I do, but let me remind you about the pain I've been through; it was much worse than this... (as if you need reminding, you were there feeling it with me).
Oh hello, excuse me but let's get the attention back to me me me and my woes.
I ovulated yesterday, I think, I don't always feel it but there was some pain, aching and the timing was right, and all I was thinking was, oops there goes a wasted egg. For goodness sake we won't even be trying to make a baby until evilfibroidthings are tested and possibly zapped. But now, at my advancing age, every egg seems like a missed chance. I wish I could put them on hold until I need them. Just one good one. Just one.
And hey, if I'm healthy enough to not catch man-flu then why... no no, best not go there.
Oh yes, and happy new year again everyone! Really, I mean it, we all deserve a little happiness dammit.