It has happened so often that it is a joke or a cliché.
I am in bed coughing my guts up, feeling like crap. I have postponed Xmas dinner to tomorrow to give me a chance to recover. Over the years I have had mastitis, then various chest infections on or around Christmas.
This year I was fighting the idea "it's just a cold" but I started this hacking painful cough yesterday and I couldn't do anything remotely active without an accompanying coughing fit. No one wants that person to prepare their Christmas dinner. No one else has the level of cooking skills to do it without me involved. The in laws have been put off for the day, dh slept on the sofa bless him.
I am hacked off and my throat hurts and I want to be hungry (currently no appetite) and I really enjoy my roast (veggie style). Ugh, I hope everyone else is feeling fighting fit this morning. Merry ruddy Christmas
On the plus side the kids (3 aged 15 to 19) have been lovely. Braving the shops, making dinner, making the gingerbread house tidying up. They are super stars. Dh also very supportive. But I am tired of this.