So, my wife said last night, “I feel like I have a man-cold.” That’s right. It’s that bad.

Our house over the last few weeks has become a plague house: the kind of place that the London Authorities of the late 16th century would have boarded up until everyone was dead.

If you read my previous post, you know that my wife contracted MRSA, which led to a medically caused allergic reaction and full body rash. Well, the kid contracted his first pink-eye/cold, and gave me a major cold (sinus and chest), which then gave my wife the cold.

This has been a hell of a two weeks. Everyone was miserable and crabby.

And for my wife … it turned into the dreaded man-cold. She defines a man-cold as follows: utterly succumbing to a normal, run-of-the-mill cold, such that you become a whining, sniveling puddle of pathetic and loathsome complaining.

Check out this video for clarification.

So how bad did she let herself get? Let’s just say that she searched for a video on sinus message. Yes, I did perform it for her.

But as a consummate man-cold wallower I really don’t have any room to judge.

But we at the Albercainty household have decided that come February 1st, the green-gilled January will be but a faint ether induced memory.

We are calling February Health Month!

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