You know what's no fun? Not eating any solid food in the last 12 hours, that's what. It seems that there is a stomach bug going around, and the damn thing picked my number.
At least I haven't been suffering from the old "green apple quick step." I get to have the stomach cramps that just come out of nowhere. I still worked a full day today, but I really didn't enjoy it.
Every time I walked out into the Greenhouse patio, the heat today hit me like a wall. I generally could stay out there for about ten minutes before the cramps got me to the point of heaving, so I had to keep going back inside to cool back off. But inside, there were several pallets worth of push moweres that had to go up into the steel shelving. No win here people, no win.
Screw it. at least I went to work. I know so many people out there that would have been runnig to the doctor as fast as their widdle legs would carry them. Once the visit to the clinic is over, they would get a slip that says that they can stay out of work for a week or more. Fuck that. Cowboy up, people.
I've been feeling bad for the last two and a half days now, and didn't even buy any "Pink Stuff" until today. If this continues for another week, I may consider a visit to the doc. My immune system works, and I'll always give it a chance to before I rush out for a Pharmaceutical solution to the problem.
Can you tell that I hate doctors?
Posted by Johnny - Oh at May 20, 2004 11:53 PMI know what you mean about toughing it out. In almost 6 years with the bank, I've never once called in sick. And considering I work with a bunch of "I'm staying home I have the sniffles" women, it's a damn good thing.
Funny how those 24 hour bugs always seem to hit on Mondays & Fridays, when we're the busiest.
Posted by: Harvey at May 21, 2004 01:58 PMWell, I take those days off because I consider them part of my hourly rate. I cannot roll or bank them - if I don't use them, I lose them at year-end. I don't call them sick days - why stay at home and be miserable. Technically, they are "disability days" - days when you are a "unable to perform your work". Yeah - when I'd rather stay home and dip my toes in carmel apple sauce is a disability day.
As far as doctors go, I fucking hate them. They may have given My Love an extra 6 months, but it was a horrible fight.
Yeah, lots o' people are quick to the pills.
Oh, and Harvey - change the damn URL on your comment here, you wanker.
Dammit _Jon! I'm the one who's supposed to notice the incorrect link and give Harvey crap for it!
Unfortunately I am afflicted with a syndrome instilled upon me by my dad. It's called gedyerassdaworknomaddawhut. Incurable I'm afraid.
A warning to all my employer's: When Johnny starts calling off work, he'll be leaving you within 3 months.
Posted by: Johnny - Oh at May 22, 2004 12:43 AM(Oh goody, another .mu.nu blog that doesn't remember my f_cking info.)
Listen here, Little Brother, I'll take a shot at dear-OLD-dad anytime I want. And if you get mouthy, I'll have our sister kick your arse.
:)
Well, cowboy, glad to see you're feeling better!
Posted by: maura at May 22, 2004 11:17 AMOh no Big Bro! Don't "Call down the Whimsy" on me!
That wouldn't be fair because she's got one of them "Gender Cards", and I'm pretty sure she's not afraid to use it. :)
Posted by: Johnny - Oh at May 22, 2004 12:45 PMThanks Maura. You too by the way. I was so tickled when you said you were feeling better, but my old "Lurker" habits stopped me from saying something then. I'm in rehab for it now, and I hope to come oout with flying colors. Sometime. ;)
Posted by: Johnny - Oh at May 22, 2004 04:34 PMDAAAAADDD!!! Dad, the boys are fighting again!
*pulls out gender-card and bursts into tears*
Muhahahaha!
Sure. It's Just like the little sister to run and tell Dad while in tears. I owe you two noogies, and one indian burn. (Stupid gender card)
;)
Posted by: Johnny - Oh at May 23, 2004 09:19 PM