I woke up sick Friday morning. Ok, I woke up almost freaking dead Friday morning. I took some tylenol and dayquil and drove to work. It was a horrible, horrible, HORRIBLE day. It was a light day, which is the only reason I survived. I've been on top of it lately. Wednesday and Thursday were my best days this week. I had most of the entire day's workload completed before second shift showed up. By Friday, there was barely enough to last beyond the first half of the shift. Unfortunately, they wouldn't send us home early once we completed everything. So, I watched Bloody Richard change wires on the cutting jigs and tighten bolts on the crane for two hours. At least I didn't have to move, because my body ached every-freaking-where. Speaking of Bloody Richard: he's originally from England. Working with him is basically like working with Vinny Jones' father or something. Every other word is fucking.
"These new fucking gloves they got us are fucking garbage."
They changed our gloves a week ago. Instead of clear gloves, they're blue now. People are still completely losing their minds about it. Bloody Richard is not impressed, though. Anyway, I like working with Bloody Richard. It amuses me greatly.
I came home and Nurse Egg wanted to move furniture. This is probably the last thing I wanted to do. She ordered a sofa, arm chair, and an ottoman about a month or so ago. Apparently, they had to make the damn furniture. Anyway, it was finally going to be delivered Saturday so we needed to move the old furniture out of the way and into the basement for my man cave. We did that and then I self-medicated. Nurse Egg went to the store after I listed all my symptoms of to her and she returned with every health remedy on the market - and ginger ale because I couldn't handle anything else. She made sausages for dinner, which I didn't eat. I took a shower because my entire body really started hurting after moving the furniture. I almost threw up in the shower. That was delightful. I took several different products and slept for... I'm not entirely sure. Friday night and Saturday morning is all sort of a blur. I was in and out of consciousness. I was taking pills and drinking syrups and forcing myself to chug THERAFLU - the nastiest shit ever, by the way. Drinking that was almost worse than how I was feeling.
This isn't the post I wanted to write, but I'm still not entirely back to normal yet. I actually ate today, so that's an improvement. I don't hurt everywhere either, but I have absolutely no energy whatsoever. Oh, and I had Saturday off. How nice. I completely wasted it by being sick, but I'm really glad I wasn't supposed to go to work today because that seriously wouldn't even have happened. I'm actually still really amazed I was able to make it through Friday like that.
I'm glad I have a couch in the basement now. I've been sleeping on it since we moved it down here. Since I've been sleeping all day, I'm going to attempt to get some work done around the house and hopefully be in my right mind enough to write the post I actually intended on writing this weekend before my health betrayed me. So far, I'm succeeding at laundry only. It's a start and way more than I was capable of doing 24 hours ago.
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