atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,
atomic_fungus
atomic_fungus

#5032: Left work early due to illness, part II

Yeah, that was today, too.

Yesterday I really didn't want to go to work, because I woke up feeling extremely tired and crappy in other ways, yet I naturally heaved myself out of bed and went. For most of the day I felt mostly okay with a severe undertone of fatigue and general blootiness, but gutted it up and did my job to the best of my ability, figuring that once I went to lunch I'd feel better.

Lunch did not help. It seemed to make things worse. By 7:30 PM I had stomach cramps and a headache, and realized I could no longer function, so I asked to be excused, and was.

My supervisor was out yesterday (and was today too) with some kind of illness, and I sit across an 18" partition from him. Whatever he has, I got.

Today, then, I got out of bed feeling less embalmed than yesterday and went to work. After I'd been there perhaps an hour or so I began to regret it, and when our team lead got in, he told me I looked as if I should have stayed home.

I toughed it out as long as I could, but that ended up being 4:10 PM before I left. Not even three hours. *sigh* I felt miserable, and I was really unhappy--I just wanted to work and do my job and not have to deal with all kinds of stupidity from my own f-ing physique.

It's not flu, not exactly, but it's "not exactly" a bunch of stuff. Postnasal drip, dry cough, headache, fatigue, crampy gut, dizziness/wooziness, aches and pains--if it's flu, thank God it's a mild strain...but that means no one symptom is enough to alleviate the guilt I feel at not being at work. Overall, they're sapping my very will to live.

My plan for tomorrow, then, is to go see the doctor to get the all-important doctor's note explaining that I'm suffering some kind of malady; and then to use Tue and Wed (my regular weekend) to rest and do nothing.

* * *

So the power failed this evening, for the second time this year.

I got home from work about 5:15-ish, had a couple slices of toast, and went to bed. About 7-ish Mrs. Fungus called me to see how I was doing, and I went back to sleep for a little while; then I heard a pow that woke me up sounded not-good and wondered what it was from. I had to hit the can, and when while I was mulling my next step--and thinking about watching something--I decided it was time to put away some of the videos stacked by the TV. I gathered them up and headed for my old bedroom, and just as I was about to start putting stuff away the lights went out. Came back on while I was trying to find a flashlight, then they went out again. And stayed out.

Mrs. Fungus got home about ten minutes later, after I'd turned on the LED candles and put the videos away; she had brought home chicken, and I was just hungry enough to eat some. Then she wanted me to light a fire in the fireplace, so I did that.

Power came on at 10:50-ish. And here we are.

I'm not terribly surprised that we had a power failure, to be honest. Current temp in the Fungal Vale is about 4° and this comes a scant 24 hours after we had rain, then sleet, then snow--and to top it off there's wind, too, though it's calmed down considerably since this afternoon.

* * *

The Internet equivalent of sticking your fingers in your ears and yelling "LALALALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU" is to build an extension for your browser which filters out all references to the Presidential frontrunner. They would have built a Bush filter if they hadn't gotten so much joy out of vomiting hatred for him; but Trump doesn't give a rat's ass about their little rabbit feelings so all they can do now is try to pretend he doesn't exist.

* * *

I still want to do some fun things, but I don't know when I'll get around to them. It won't be this week. Argh etc.
Subscribe

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 0 comments