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Man Flu-Hypochondria and that 
So I was off work yesterday with man flu aka a really bad cold. Im at work now suffering a bit but Im getting on with it. Generally I never kick up a fuss when Im ill nor do I rarely get ill. I am very fit and generally have a good asbestos stomach. On my travels I had a little bit of a stomach cramp when I was in India. Not helped by seeing a dead man laid out in all his glory at a train station. Are you a hypochondriac? Do you generally make a fuss when you're ill? Explain all... There's Joy In Expatriation. | |
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Anyone?  There's Joy In Expatriation. | |
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well i hope you dont got the flu its fucking horrible.you feel like your gonna die or something  i always get the flu shot and the most you get after that is maybe a mild cold.  | |
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So I was off work yesterday with man flu aka a really bad cold. Im at work now suffering a bit but Im getting on with it. Generally I never kick up a fuss when Im ill nor do I rarely get ill. I am very fit and generally have a good asbestos stomach. On my travels I had a little bit of a stomach cramp when I was in India. Not helped by seeing a dead man laid out in all his glory at a train station. Are you a hypochondriac? Do you generally make a fuss when you're ill? Explain all... I tend not to make a fuss and get on with it, but if someone else is looking more ill than me I tend to act like a martyr, "you had no sleep? thats nothing I had minus 2 hours sleep last night" | |
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Christopher said: well i hope you dont got the flu its fucking horrible.you feel like your gonna die or something
i always get the flu shot and the most you get after that is maybe a mild cold. I had a flu jab when I started university. The jobsworth who gave me the jab though stuck the needle in a bit too hap-hazzard and my arm started bleeding to fuck. I was feeling really nauscious and broke out into a cold sweat. You know what I was given to make me feel better? A strawberry, jelly snake.  There's Joy In Expatriation. | |
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JDInteractive said: Christopher said: well i hope you dont got the flu its fucking horrible.you feel like your gonna die or something
i always get the flu shot and the most you get after that is maybe a mild cold. I had a flu jab when I started university. The jobsworth who gave me the jab though stuck the needle in a bit too hap-hazzard and my arm started bleeding to fuck. I was feeling really nauscious and broke out into a cold sweat. You know what I was given to make me feel better? A strawberry, jelly snake.
ouch, thats horrible! who was giving you the shot...the nurse/lunch lady from simpsons?! | |
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Christopher said: JDInteractive said: I had a flu jab when I started university. The jobsworth who gave me the jab though stuck the needle in a bit too hap-hazzard and my arm started bleeding to fuck. I was feeling really nauscious and broke out into a cold sweat. You know what I was given to make me feel better? A strawberry, jelly snake.
ouch, thats horrible! who was giving you the shot...the nurse/lunch lady from simpsons?! More like the spotty youth who works in the cinema ticket booth. There's Joy In Expatriation. | |
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I had the flu once, didn't know what it was because out of nowhere I started feeling really cold and after that day it just got worse and worse. It started getting better {at least that's what I thought} and I got up to go to school after being out for like a week. I got on the train I started feeling really nausious out of nowhere and thought I was gonna puke on somebody next thing I know I'm waking up on this guys leg {because I had passed out}! These 2 guys helped me up off the floor 1 of the guys helped me off the train asked me did I eat I said no, he offered me money to get some grub I said no thanks. Went home after that! 
Really bad feeling! surviving on the thought of loving you, it's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years... | |
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Heh, I can empthise. I recently moved to a new village and joined the local surgery at the behest of my girlfriend, who was horrified I hadn't seen a doctor in 22 years. I was sweating like Gary Glitter in a courtroom going in and when the GP took my blood pressure, she told me I was technically dead. Well, she said that I shouldn't be functioning, which I indeed was - never felt better actually. So, she immediately filled four different vials with my blood and sent them away, also sending me home with a blood pressure machine strapped to my arm to test it myself over the next week. When I turned this machine on it made the same noise as the alien ships from War Of The Worlds - not good for my supposed anxiety. It was still reading as high as God's hat.
So, thinking I was almost certainly on the way out, I became hyper-aware of my own body and supposed frailities - my heartbeat ( I could hear it thump in my cheat 24/7, aches, waking hallicinations, sinking feelings of disreality leading to mini-panic attacks, dizziness, manic behaviour and my thoughts falling over one another without coherence or ludicity from morning to night. I genuinely thought I was going to snuff it any second - stroke or heart attack. So, I went back to the doctors to get my test results and hand over my blood pressure readings. Well, all I can say is I'm sure there's some poor healthy bastard out there who's just been told his tea's out. Not only did everything check out fine - I was told I have the cholestrol of a 12 year old, my liver is functioning extremely well (!), my kidneys are perfect and red/white cell count is spot on. Dizzy with relief, I think I asked her if the results could be wrong because' I've not always been good to my body' which is not only an understatment but is also a lie greater than Goliath. She said there was no chance of the results being mixed up because all tests were done on the premises. So, upon checking my blood pressure again, she noticed it was down significantly from last time. Instead of taking the thing off my arm, she asked if I coudl control my heartbeat, which I can. I slowed it down and the digital display of my blood pressure sped down too. Overjoyed, i asked 'What the fuck?'. So, as odd as her explanation seemed i have to except it and here it is - she said I was one of the rare people who could control how fast or slow my heart beat with my mind (an ability I've always had and believed everyone had) tempered by acute White Coat Anxiety. In other words, I fucking hate doctors and had been chanelling my fury as boom! boom! boom! in my chest. But not this one, because she gave me a clean bill of health and what basically amounts to a licence to drink, take drugs, smoke and eat pies. God bless working class genes and the NHS! | |
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Number23 said: Heh, I can empthise. I recently moved to a new village and joined the local surgery at the behest of my girlfriend, who was horrified I hadn't seen a doctor in 22 years. I was sweating like Gary Glitter in a courtroom going in and when the GP took my blood pressure, she told me I was technically dead. Well, she said that I shouldn't be functioning, which I indeed was - never felt better actually. So, she immediately filled four different vials with my blood and sent them away, also sending me home with a blood pressure machine strapped to my arm to test it myself over the next week. When I turned this machine on it made the same noise as the alien ships from War Of The Worlds - not good for my supposed anxiety. It was still reading as high as God's hat.
So, thinking I was almost certainly on the way out, I became hyper-aware of my own body and supposed frailities - my heartbeat ( I could hear it thump in my cheat 24/7, aches, waking hallicinations, sinking feelings of disreality leading to mini-panic attacks, dizziness, manic behaviour and my thoughts falling over one another without coherence or ludicity from morning to night. I genuinely thought I was going to snuff it any second - stroke or heart attack. So, I went back to the doctors to get my test results and hand over my blood pressure readings. Well, all I can say is I'm sure there's some poor healthy bastard out there who's just been told his tea's out. Not only did everything check out fine - I was told I have the cholestrol of a 12 year old, my liver is functioning extremely well (!), my kidneys are perfect and red/white cell count is spot on. Dizzy with relief, I think I asked her if the results could be wrong because' I've not always been good to my body' which is not only an understatment but is also a lie greater than Goliath. She said there was no chance of the results being mixed up because all tests were done on the premises. So, upon checking my blood pressure again, she noticed it was down significantly from last time. Instead of taking the thing off my arm, she asked if I coudl control my heartbeat, which I can. I slowed it down and the digital display of my blood pressure sped down too. Overjoyed, i asked 'What the fuck?'. So, as odd as her explanation seemed i have to except it and here it is - she said I was one of the rare people who could control how fast or slow my heart beat with my mind (an ability I've always had and believed everyone had) tempered by acute White Coat Anxiety. In other words, I fucking hate doctors and had been chanelling my fury as boom! boom! boom! in my chest. But not this one, because she gave me a clean bill of health and what basically amounts to a licence to drink, take drugs, smoke and eat pies. God bless working class genes and the NHS!  Freak.
I really don't mind doctors, and I quite like jabs - as in....when it comes to flu jab time I look forward to the moment the needle goes in, y'know? Worries me because it makes me think I'll do smack just for the needle play. | |
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JDInteractive said: Christopher said: well i hope you dont got the flu its fucking horrible.you feel like your gonna die or something
i always get the flu shot and the most you get after that is maybe a mild cold. I had a flu jab when I started university. The jobsworth who gave me the jab though stuck the needle in a bit too hap-hazzard and my arm started bleeding to fuck. I was feeling really nauscious and broke out into a cold sweat. You know what I was given to make me feel better? A strawberry, jelly snake. A friend of mine at school's first ever jab was his polio jab. We all took it together. He had a little bit of an anxiety attack and we had to calm him down, so he finally walks in to get the jab, they put the needle in...and hit a blood vessel. Blood squirted everywhere and he passed out almost immediately with horror. | |
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Spookymuffin said: Number23 said: Heh, I can empthise. I recently moved to a new village and joined the local surgery at the behest of my girlfriend, who was horrified I hadn't seen a doctor in 22 years. I was sweating like Gary Glitter in a courtroom going in and when the GP took my blood pressure, she told me I was technically dead. Well, she said that I shouldn't be functioning, which I indeed was - never felt better actually. So, she immediately filled four different vials with my blood and sent them away, also sending me home with a blood pressure machine strapped to my arm to test it myself over the next week. When I turned this machine on it made the same noise as the alien ships from War Of The Worlds - not good for my supposed anxiety. It was still reading as high as God's hat.
So, thinking I was almost certainly on the way out, I became hyper-aware of my own body and supposed frailities - my heartbeat ( I could hear it thump in my cheat 24/7, aches, waking hallicinations, sinking feelings of disreality leading to mini-panic attacks, dizziness, manic behaviour and my thoughts falling over one another without coherence or ludicity from morning to night. I genuinely thought I was going to snuff it any second - stroke or heart attack. So, I went back to the doctors to get my test results and hand over my blood pressure readings. Well, all I can say is I'm sure there's some poor healthy bastard out there who's just been told his tea's out. Not only did everything check out fine - I was told I have the cholestrol of a 12 year old, my liver is functioning extremely well (!), my kidneys are perfect and red/white cell count is spot on. Dizzy with relief, I think I asked her if the results could be wrong because' I've not always been good to my body' which is not only an understatment but is also a lie greater than Goliath. She said there was no chance of the results being mixed up because all tests were done on the premises. So, upon checking my blood pressure again, she noticed it was down significantly from last time. Instead of taking the thing off my arm, she asked if I coudl control my heartbeat, which I can. I slowed it down and the digital display of my blood pressure sped down too. Overjoyed, i asked 'What the fuck?'. So, as odd as her explanation seemed i have to except it and here it is - she said I was one of the rare people who could control how fast or slow my heart beat with my mind (an ability I've always had and believed everyone had) tempered by acute White Coat Anxiety. In other words, I fucking hate doctors and had been chanelling my fury as boom! boom! boom! in my chest. But not this one, because she gave me a clean bill of health and what basically amounts to a licence to drink, take drugs, smoke and eat pies. God bless working class genes and the NHS! Freak.
I really don't mind doctors, and I quite like jabs - as in....when it comes to flu jab time I look forward to the moment the needle goes in, y'know? Worries me because it makes me think I'll do smack just for the needle play. It was odd feeling mortal. The dread of having to be on any type of medication was causing me severe stress. Blood pressure pills apparently turn you into a fat red-faced impotent bastard with urine control issues. I'd sooner stick my head in an oven. To vain to live, that'd have been my epitaph. | |
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I have never had the flu, I always just get a cold that lasts for weeks instead. All my family had the flu twice in august, except me 
I am white coat hypertensive too, they keep putting me on a 24 hour ambulatory monitor just to make sure  | |
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Number23 said: Spookymuffin said: Freak.
I really don't mind doctors, and I quite like jabs - as in....when it comes to flu jab time I look forward to the moment the needle goes in, y'know? Worries me because it makes me think I'll do smack just for the needle play. It was odd feeling mortal. The dread of having to be on any type of medication was causing me severe stress. Blood pressure pills apparently turn you into a fat red-faced impotent bastard with urine control issues. I'd sooner stick my head in an oven. To vain to live, that'd have been my epitaph. I love old wives' tales about meds. My Dad's on some blood pressure stuff and it made him gain a little weight (but so do epilepsy pills and other such), but he isn't red-faced and I don't really know about impotence.
That said, he gets his pills from America, so they may be different. | |
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Spookymuffin said: Number23 said: It was odd feeling mortal. The dread of having to be on any type of medication was causing me severe stress. Blood pressure pills apparently turn you into a fat red-faced impotent bastard with urine control issues. I'd sooner stick my head in an oven. To vain to live, that'd have been my epitaph. I love old wives' tales about meds. My Dad's on some blood pressure stuff and it made him gain a little weight (but so do epilepsy pills and other such), but he isn't red-faced and I don't really know about impotence.
That said, he gets his pills from America, so they may be different. my mum's been on beta blockers for decades now | |
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ZombieKitten said: Spookymuffin said: I love old wives' tales about meds. My Dad's on some blood pressure stuff and it made him gain a little weight (but so do epilepsy pills and other such), but he isn't red-faced and I don't really know about impotence.
That said, he gets his pills from America, so they may be different. my mum's been on beta blockers for decades now Aren't there that new fancy alternative now to beta blockers? My dad isn't on beta blockers but some new alternative with sexy fewer side effects. | |
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Spookymuffin said: ZombieKitten said: my mum's been on beta blockers for decades now Aren't there that new fancy alternative now to beta blockers? My dad isn't on beta blockers but some new alternative with sexy fewer side effects. probably, she needs to change her dosage, her BP has been dangerously low she nearly blacks out | |
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Spookymuffin said: My Dad's on some blood pressure stuff and it made him gain a little weight (but so do epilepsy pills and other such), but he isn't red-faced
and I don't really know about impotence. Well, I do. Why else do you think I'm shagging your mum? | |
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ZombieKitten said: Spookymuffin said: Aren't there that new fancy alternative now to beta blockers? My dad isn't on beta blockers but some new alternative with sexy fewer side effects. probably, she needs to change her dosage, her BP has been dangerously low she nearly blacks out   Has she seen a doctor? | |
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Number23 said: Spookymuffin said: My Dad's on some blood pressure stuff and it made him gain a little weight (but so do epilepsy pills and other such), but he isn't red-faced
and I don't really know about impotence. Well, I do. Why else do you think I'm shagging your mum? 'Cause she's fucking hot? | |
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Spookymuffin said: ZombieKitten said: probably, she needs to change her dosage, her BP has been dangerously low she nearly blacks out Has she seen a doctor?
I'm sure she did before she flew to sweden last weekend  it isn't like her to leave things like that unchecked. or no, hang on, I think she was telling me that 3 days before she left  | |
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can u ring her? | |
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she called me last night, she sounded fine | |
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Spookymuffin said: Number23 said: Well, I do. Why else do you think I'm shagging your mum? 'Cause she's fucking hot? | |
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Number23 said: Spookymuffin said: 'Cause she's fucking hot? Hey, you should know! | |
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Spookymuffin said: Number23 said: Hey, you should know! Only God can judge your mum. | |
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Number23 said: Spookymuffin said: Hey, you should know! Only God can judge your mum. So you believe now? | |
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Spookymuffin said: Number23 said: Only God can judge your mum. So you believe now? General discussion is no place for debating the possibility of a purposeless universe. Post some more zombie pics. | |
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Number23 said: Spookymuffin said: So you believe now? General discussion is no place for debating the possibility of a purposeless universe. Post some more zombie pics. send me your face. | |
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