I’ve just started to feel something like human again after nearly two weeks of suffering from chicken pox.
‘Man flu’, I hear you cry. Well maybe, but I can honestly say I don’t remember ever having been so ill. It occurred to me about a week in, however, that perhaps my immune system is somewhat suppressed through grief. Oddly, given how difficult and long a winter it’s been, I’ve barely been physically ill over the last six months. But then when it hit me, it took me with full force.
Yet I could still imagine my wife’s eyes rolling and catching a look that told me that a woman would never make such a fuss. It’s pretty well established that men and women suffer differently when it comes to muddling through a common cold, but what about grief? I started this blog in the hope of starting a conversation about…
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