Ugh.
I'm sick.
Sick sick sick SICK SICK.
Ugh.
I'm the Human Sieve. Everything I eat - no matter what I eat - goes right through me. (I'm writing this during a brief interlude, having relocated from one seat to another to have a more methane-free environment) I can't even drive real safely, since my legs shake when I try to depress the clutch, gas or brakes. I called into work as sick for the first time, and they had ME go down the list and call other nurses. This is ridiculous, when you have a bona fide illness. THEN they want a doctor's note, or for me to cone in and be seen by a nurse. (I've ALREADY been seen by a nurse- ME!)
This is all supposedly because a lot of people have been making bogus call-ins. Especially on weekends. (Which Thursday is not) So, when they told me to get a doctor's note -- pay money when I'm not making money, for a Doc to say, "Rest! Drink more fluids! And for Heaven's sake, DON'T GO ANYWHERE!" -- or to come in, I offered to have Pipes come by with a ziploc bag full of diarrhea, to PROVE I'm sick. (Stool samples are nothing new to our ilk) The Assistant Director had a laugh... after sitting there a few seconds, unsure what to say. ;-)
NASA wants to discuss researching me as a new, versatile and high-efficiency form of space propulsion. With oxygen and an endless supply of food, I could take us to the stars!
Sick sick sick SICK SICK.
Ugh.
I'm the Human Sieve. Everything I eat - no matter what I eat - goes right through me. (I'm writing this during a brief interlude, having relocated from one seat to another to have a more methane-free environment) I can't even drive real safely, since my legs shake when I try to depress the clutch, gas or brakes. I called into work as sick for the first time, and they had ME go down the list and call other nurses. This is ridiculous, when you have a bona fide illness. THEN they want a doctor's note, or for me to cone in and be seen by a nurse. (I've ALREADY been seen by a nurse- ME!)
This is all supposedly because a lot of people have been making bogus call-ins. Especially on weekends. (Which Thursday is not) So, when they told me to get a doctor's note -- pay money when I'm not making money, for a Doc to say, "Rest! Drink more fluids! And for Heaven's sake, DON'T GO ANYWHERE!" -- or to come in, I offered to have Pipes come by with a ziploc bag full of diarrhea, to PROVE I'm sick. (Stool samples are nothing new to our ilk) The Assistant Director had a laugh... after sitting there a few seconds, unsure what to say. ;-)
NASA wants to discuss researching me as a new, versatile and high-efficiency form of space propulsion. With oxygen and an endless supply of food, I could take us to the stars!