In which I was just sick a couple weeks ago! Unfair!

Friday there was some sneezing. Apparently that’s the tell now: if I sneeze more than once in a day I’ve probably been  exposed to germs.

Saturday afternoon at work I started to feel pretty rotty, and by the time I got home I was definitely Coming Down With Something.

Now it’s Monday and I still feel gross and I’m mad at whoever it was that decided to come into my workplace and FUCKING BREATHE AROUND ME. I don’t want to be sick! This is my weekend, I want to get chores out of the way and feel good and read library books and drink adult beverages! I do not want to sit on the couch like a zombie staring at the television! I do not want to spend sixty percent of my weekend asleep! God damn it!

Just the usual crud: congestion, cough, aches. I haven’t even taken a Covid test, because at this point I don’t really want to know that the people who make up the society I live in don’t “believe in” vaccines and are basically out there spreading disease more or less on purpose.

Going to work when you’re sick is stupid. Being sick is uncomfortable at best, and can kill you at worst. To stop from spreading most disease, just stay the fuck home when you’re sick, or if you must go out, wear a goddamned mask!

Some bastard got me sick and I hope they have a permanent itch somewhere for the rest of their life.