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pipsqueaky's SUV. Today I believe it is meningitis.
I am dying here. Seriously, I know I say I am dying a lot and actually, it isn't like I use the phrase lightly. I tend to believe I am dying. A lot. Today I just happen to believe it moreso than other days.
I woke up with a sore throat that has worsened instead of...betterened as the day has worn on. And worn on the day has worn. Damn - I worked all night and I got up at 5 am today and I just now handed in my month end report and I STILL SUCKED. I can't figure it out - I know the numbers are there, and I know there were a lot of issues last month that caused this, but it sucked and I worked and worked and worked on the thing and it still sucked and now I give up because my throat hurts and my neck hurts and my shoulders ache and my head is pounding and I am not even hungry and I barely wanted any coffee this morning AND I just took the little CSI penlight my daddy gave me for Christmas to the restroom and there are blisters on my throat.
I wanna go home! I have blisters on my throat! This is not allegies - this is ILLNESS, right? So, I go to my manager and tell her and she is all "Oh yeah - I had that last week" and meanwhile I am vacillating wildly in my responses and they are ranging from "Gee, thanks so much for coming in last week and breathing on me" to "Oh, no - I don't have that. I have meningitis."
Thankfully, it hurts to talk and so I didn't say anything, I just returned to my desk.
Crap. I mean- I have paperwork to do still, so I can still work -- but I have to answer the phone and 80% of my job is actually talking and OW! And I would so call in sick except I just took a sick day in March and now I shouldn't take another until we get past July unless my manager tells me - "Oh, Liz - go on home. You shouldn't be here" cause no way am I drawing attention to myself after the shitty report I just turned in. This is the radar and this is me flying under it. With all my germs.
Also? If I turn out to really have meningitis? I soooo called it. I want that noted, for the record, 'kay?
pipsqueaky's SUV. Today I believe it is meningitis. I am dying here. Seriously, I know I say I am dying a lot and actually, it isn't like I use the phrase lightly. I tend to believe I am dying. A lot. Today I just happen to believe it moreso than other days.
I woke up with a sore throat that has worsened instead of...betterened as the day has worn on. And worn on the day has worn. Damn - I worked all night and I got up at 5 am today and I just now handed in my month end report and I STILL SUCKED. I can't figure it out - I know the numbers are there, and I know there were a lot of issues last month that caused this, but it sucked and I worked and worked and worked on the thing and it still sucked and now I give up because my throat hurts and my neck hurts and my shoulders ache and my head is pounding and I am not even hungry and I barely wanted any coffee this morning AND I just took the little CSI penlight my daddy gave me for Christmas to the restroom and there are blisters on my throat.
I wanna go home! I have blisters on my throat! This is not allegies - this is ILLNESS, right? So, I go to my manager and tell her and she is all "Oh yeah - I had that last week" and meanwhile I am vacillating wildly in my responses and they are ranging from "Gee, thanks so much for coming in last week and breathing on me" to "Oh, no - I don't have that. I have meningitis."
Thankfully, it hurts to talk and so I didn't say anything, I just returned to my desk.
Crap. I mean- I have paperwork to do still, so I can still work -- but I have to answer the phone and 80% of my job is actually talking and OW! And I would so call in sick except I just took a sick day in March and now I shouldn't take another until we get past July unless my manager tells me - "Oh, Liz - go on home. You shouldn't be here" cause no way am I drawing attention to myself after the shitty report I just turned in. This is the radar and this is me flying under it. With all my germs.
Also? If I turn out to really have meningitis? I soooo called it. I want that noted, for the record, 'kay?
