janegodzilla: (...fuck)
A conversation at the sink in the ladies' restroom:

Coworker: How are you feeling?
Me: Pretty bleh. Still.
Coworker: Well...just suck it up.
Me: Um. Yeah.

What the fuck? "Suck it up"? THANKS, CAPTAIN HELPFUL. I think hauling my ass into work when there's been no appreciable change in how I feel since, oh, Friday definitely constitutes "sucking it up." In fact, the only real difference between the congestion, constant coughing, and overall malaise of Friday and the congestion, constant coughing, and overall malaise of today is that my Friday cough was dry and since Saturday it's been wet. And that? Is ALL. I've felt like crap for almost a fucking week now, so don't tell me to fucking suck it up.

I mean, for crying out loud. I showed up at work, and I'm getting my shit done. I don't think anything else is really required of me. I'm certainly not going to pretend like I feel okay when I really and truly don't, and I really don't need some coworker shoving platitudes down my fucking throat.

"Suck it up". Ugh. Sometimes, I really hate these people.
janegodzilla: (sigh)
I'm still home sick, which is something I'm sure my coworkers are pissed off about. Although, considering they were the ones who gave me this stupid cold in the first place, I don't really care. I've had so much lemon tea with honey in it in the past 48 hours that I'm pretty sure I'm going to be bleeding the stuff soon. That, and Theraflu for colds. God bless the over-the-counter drug industry, that's all I have to say.

The Theraflu was courtesy of Nate, along with some throat lozenges, herbal tab thingies to help with sinus pain, fresh orange juice, and stuff for grilled cheese sandwiches, all of which he brought over last night. I'm still in a mild state of shock over this. The boy went to the grocery store, bought me all this stuff, and then biked across town so he could make me dinner and pet my hair even though I was all grouchy. And I was so charmed and astonished by this that I didn't have it in me to be cranky. Cranky at the cold, yes; cranky at him, not so much. I mean, when I blearily thanked him for coming over and being awesome, his response was to thank me for letting him come over, because he missed me and wanted me to feel better.

It's...it's like he's from another planet, the kind where they construct boys out of scruffiness and puppies and rainbows! And in Nate's case, they must've added extra puppies, because I really don't know how to explain him otherwise. He offered to come over tonight as well, but I'm feeling kind of icky and antisocial, and...he was okay with that. He understood. And I know I keep boggling about things that most people take for granted in relationships, but this kind of thing just makes me feel really good.

Puppies and rainbows, I'm telling you. Puppies and rainbows.

Anyway, the jury's still out on whether I'm going in tomorrow or not. On one hand, I'm hacking my lungs out, which is unpleasant both for me and everyone in my immediate vicinity. On the other hand, I'm going to get a bit stir-crazy if I stay home again. Decisions, decisions...
janegodzilla: (one of those days)
Argh, I think I'm getting sick. I felt like crap when I woke up this morning, but since everything is blooming now, I thought it might be allergies. Unfortunately, the longer I'm up, the worse I feel...and there was a nasty little death plague going around the office towards the end of last week. I suspect that's what I've ended up with.

What sucks is that tonight I'm getting together with a Portland writer I met a little while ago, along with a few of her friends -- they wanted to talk about setting up a writer's group, which is something I've been dying to be involved in for ages. We're doing dinner and going to one of the Willamette Writer's Guild talks, and I plan to go no matter how shitty I feel, but it still stinks that this thing I've been looking forward to for weeks is now going to be slightly less awesome, because all my body wants to do is collapse and go to sleep.

Also, I'm supposed to get together with Nate tomorrow, and I don't think we're at the stage of our relationship where it's a good idea for him to see me when I'm sick. I don't want him to catch it, for one thing, but I'm also just not a pleasant person when I'm ill. At all. )
janegodzilla: (Default)
I think I'm getting sick again. :P There's some weird death plague going around the office, and my co-workers are dropping like flies. Then they come back for a day or so, either relapse or catch something new, end up at home again for a while, and it's lather, rinse, repeat.

Death plague, people! Death plague!

But I've decided that I don't much feel like getting sick, mostly because there are some depositions going on next week that I kind of need to be on-call for in case the attorneys need, I don't know, a more aesthetically pleasing binder*, so I'm drinking ungodly amounts of water and herbal tea and pretending like everything is A-OK.

Which, oddly enough, it is, aside from the vague "wait, am I getting sick again?!" ickiness. I've been in a ridiculously good mood since Monday, which is insane considering that nothing whatsoever has happened to cause that sort of unholy cheerfulness. If anything, I should be more grouchy than usual -- I haven't been getting nearly as much sleep as I should, work is alternately boring as fuck or horrifyingly busy, I've been plagued all week by the persistent feeling that every day was a Thursday (except for today, ironically, which felt more like a Tuesday), and we've been sorely lacking in sun breaks. And yet? Good mood! I'm at a loss to explain it.

* I wish I could say I'm not speaking from experience here, but...trufax are more horrifying than fiction.


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