I'm Not a Doctor, but I Play One on the Internet
So, here's an interesting side effect of going back to work after a long break. I seem to have lost all my immunity to Common Workplace Illnesses.
That's right, kids. I caught the Birka Plague. It started yesterday with a sore throat and has progressed to my usual and inevitable Barry White Impression. Now it's landed in my chest. I feel Utterly Wretched, too wretched to even go to my Regular Tuesday Movie Night.
What's the deal with that? I *have* been among people before. Did I just miss out on 16 months of building up my immune system? Should have gone to hang around with pre-schoolers periodically to maintain?
Ugh. I'm going to take a shower. I don't have sick time until the end of July and my health insurance hasn't kicked in yet. Thank God for Nyquil and chicken soup, the Antibiotics of My People.
That's right, kids. I caught the Birka Plague. It started yesterday with a sore throat and has progressed to my usual and inevitable Barry White Impression. Now it's landed in my chest. I feel Utterly Wretched, too wretched to even go to my Regular Tuesday Movie Night.
What's the deal with that? I *have* been among people before. Did I just miss out on 16 months of building up my immune system? Should have gone to hang around with pre-schoolers periodically to maintain?
Ugh. I'm going to take a shower. I don't have sick time until the end of July and my health insurance hasn't kicked in yet. Thank God for Nyquil and chicken soup, the Antibiotics of My People.