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Last week was not fun. Elijah was projectile vomiting on Monday. We called the doctor and without even scheduling an appointment or consulting with one of the doctors, the nurse we talked to wanted to fill a prescription for him. I said fuck that, called into work, and took him to the emergency room. The nurse practitioner (or whomever it was) that saw Elijah was nice enough to give him a thorough going-over and explain to us what was going on. Then he had a couple of nurses cram a Fenergan suppository up his ass.
Tuesday was fairly quiet until a couple of hours into my shift. I started feeling sick as hell, multiple bathroom trips, exhausted...great. Wednesday I couldn't sit down for more than 20 minutes without crawling back to bed. I called in again. Damnit. I spent all morning and most of the afternoon in bed.
Thursday and Friday were straightforward. I was tired as hell, but able to do my job. I'm going to have a small paycheck this week. It doesn't look like we have enough parts to last this week, either. Fuck.
Tuesday was fairly quiet until a couple of hours into my shift. I started feeling sick as hell, multiple bathroom trips, exhausted...great. Wednesday I couldn't sit down for more than 20 minutes without crawling back to bed. I called in again. Damnit. I spent all morning and most of the afternoon in bed.
Thursday and Friday were straightforward. I was tired as hell, but able to do my job. I'm going to have a small paycheck this week. It doesn't look like we have enough parts to last this week, either. Fuck.