The Intensive Art

I missed A LOT of work over the weekend. In fact, I didn’t work at all! We’re talking THREE twelve hour shifts missed by your’s truly. Thirty-Six hours of sick time taken all in one massive chunk. My manager must adore me right now…*cringe*

But today, I’m finally starting to feel better. I have no sense of smell (except for that strange, sickeningly sweet smell of infection that is stuck in my sinuses), My intercostal and abdominal muscles ache from all the coughing, and I’m a bit dizzy. However, in general, that is a vast improvement.

I find it amazing that colds always seem to come when they are needed the most. They are natures way of telling you that life is way to stressful, you’re running on empty, and you just need to stop and lie down for a couple days: preferably with season four of ER fully available for your viewing pleasure.

I left the house only once briefly. I decided that since I was missing so much work, it was only fair that I went and got a sick note (they never did ask for one). I got to the local walk in clinic and was greeted by a fresh sign stating, “We are full, please go the the nearest Emergency Room.”

I contemplated actually going to the ER. I wanted to see the look on the triage nurse’s face when I told her I had a particularly bad cold and needed a sick note for work. I didn’t have the guts though. Not to mention, the ER shares a wall with the ICU that I work in–I’m sure I would have been seen and put to work.

Today, I’m actually going to venture out of the house and visit a friend of mine for coffee. It will seem strange to actually see the light of day in it’s full glory. The fresh air may seem overwhelming, and the noise of being in public may stun me. I will let you know if I survive the onslaught of stimulation.

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