Ugh

I wonder what's going on with my immune system.  I used to go years without getting sick.  Now, I've been laid up five times in the past 12 months--usually for several days to a solid week of bedridden angst. 

Predictions were, when we left the city and stopped riding the T, I wouldn't get sick so much.  Predictions have been proven false by this past week.  A tickle in my throat on Tuesday has led to me spending 44 of the past 48 hours in bed.

This wouldn't be such a big deal if it happened last week.  But the thing is, I've just started a job at a new business which can't really afford to hire someone just to have them call in sick on their second day.  Which I've already done.  Now it's my third day and I've got an hour to decide whether to call in again (and probably lose the job) or buck up under a load of ibuprofen and acetaminophen and shoulder a long commute and a bit of training, hopefully not passing out in front of customers (or in the car) and hopefully not getting everyone sick around me.

Damn bodies.

Comments

[Rebecca]

I called in my whole first week at me new job. I had the flu, so there was no way I was leaving my room and spreading the germs. Some things are just not meant to be shared.

[Nate]

I made it through the day--and hopefully didn't get anyone sick. Cold rather than the flu, I think, and managed to cough & sneeze into a paper towel every time.

And Purell, Purell, Purell.