Flu
Goddamn flu. Why the HELL am I spending so much money on vitamins, anyway?? Stupid vitamins. What I need is a HEPA mask, and a gallon jug of hand sanitizer strapped to my chest.
I wash my hands a lot. I take vitamins. I eat vegetables. I don’t kiss random strangers with runny noses. So why am I sick? Not fair, dammit!
Thursday, one of the night guys called work (sounding like he was hacking up a lung) to say he couldn’t come in. One of the day shift guys was pale, baggy-eyed, and obviously unwell. He left early, and didn’t show up at all Friday. I felt fine.
Fast forward to yesterday morning… breakfast and a quickie. I was sweaty and shaking, which is normal… but then I ran away and threw up, which rather insulted The Light of My Existence.
It later turned out I had a temperature of 102. I still do, and I feel cold, even though the house is nice and warm. I hurt all over, my eyes feel like boiled eggs, and it feels like an invisible sadist sandblasted my sinuses while I was sleeping.
I ended up calling in sick to work today, myself. Coughing and sneezing all over a restaurant just didn’t seem like a good idea. It’s just as well I stayed home, because I got the Hershey squirts right around the what would be the middle of the lunch rush. Yecchhh. I slept most of the day, today (highly unusual) and I hope I’m not still contagious if I feel better tomorrow. I’m going back to bed, now. AGAIN. Well, not bed, really. I’m sleeping on the couch… I can’t breathe lying down. Great, I’m turning into the Elephant Man.