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Well, crap.
When I woke up this morning, I felt the beginnings of a bug. You haven't lived with this immune system for this long without getting familiar with the signs of an impending bout of illness. Just before I left for work, the signs had grown to include a disquieting tummy rumble, but it wasn't anything I hadn't dealt with before. Off to work.
Considering how full the parking lot was, we were blissfully quiet. I opened my register, and began selling things that weren't glassware and wine, Thank Ghu.
Then the tummy rumble gained intensity and moved south. I had to sprint out of my station, telling Gloria to log me off (practically shouting my password) as I headed for the latrine. Once I got back, I called the manager and explained that I was a lot more sick than I thought, and that going home was a good thing, since getting ill increases my chance of seizures (I'd already been twitching so badly that I took three tries to swipe a credit card.)
Kristi (aka The Silent One), who had called in sick earlier with a hangover, came in, and I owe here a shift. I feel terrible for leaving today, but the basic fact is that I'm going to be in and out of the latrine all day for upwards of half an hour at a time! Luckily, I have tomorrow off, and the tentative schedule has me off on Sunday as well. These things normally don't last much longer than 48 hours with me, so I should be fine.
I don't think that the food last night contributed to my sickness, but there is bug running around Cost Plus... guess I really belong there now.
Considering how full the parking lot was, we were blissfully quiet. I opened my register, and began selling things that weren't glassware and wine, Thank Ghu.
Then the tummy rumble gained intensity and moved south. I had to sprint out of my station, telling Gloria to log me off (practically shouting my password) as I headed for the latrine. Once I got back, I called the manager and explained that I was a lot more sick than I thought, and that going home was a good thing, since getting ill increases my chance of seizures (I'd already been twitching so badly that I took three tries to swipe a credit card.)
Kristi (aka The Silent One), who had called in sick earlier with a hangover, came in, and I owe here a shift. I feel terrible for leaving today, but the basic fact is that I'm going to be in and out of the latrine all day for upwards of half an hour at a time! Luckily, I have tomorrow off, and the tentative schedule has me off on Sunday as well. These things normally don't last much longer than 48 hours with me, so I should be fine.
I don't think that the food last night contributed to my sickness, but there is bug running around Cost Plus... guess I really belong there now.
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Yes, sweetie, I know you mark your ballgame-related posts.
I just wish everybody did. Ah well. I get to snark at the primary offenders in character, so it's okay. (In addition to Lucius Malfoy, I play Dylan Mulciber, a Ravenclaw who is Alastor Moody's boyfriend, and, if forced to attend a Quidditch game by professorial fiat, takes a book and huddles under his cloak.)
I hope you feel better soon!
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