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dragonlady7The main reason I stayed home yesterday was that I just couldn't face being cold all day.
I meant to bring a heating pad today but I forgot.
I am so cold.
I hurt my knee again last night. I was skating, I felt a little oogy, decided to take it easy. Then there was a drill that seemed easy enough-- practicing doing sharp turns around a single point-- and I thought I'd try it. I was trying, after all, to do as much as I could. I did three turns, and then tripped, and landed with my formerly-bad-but-presumed-recovered knee bent at a very sharp angle. It felt like electric current running through it.
"Well," I said, climbing back up to my feet, "I'm done." I skated off and went and took off my gear.
It's sore as fuck now.
And then we had a meeting, and that was OK except that I was wearing practice gear, tights and a very short skirt and a short-sleeved shirt that didn't quite cover my lower back when I sat in that chair. So I got really cold. I got home and lay in bed shivering for an hour. I went to the bathroom and discovered that I had my period twenty days early. Disconcerting. Not conducive to a feeling of well-being. It stopped already, so I guess it wasn't really, but I don't know what it was, and now I'm secretly convinced that I have some kind of terminal disease or other. The boys at Penny Arcade would come up with a hilarious name for it. Ovarian Rabies or somesuch. I don't know. Whatever it is, I believe fervently that I have it.
So I'm at work today but I just can't get warm. At least I know the temperature-regulation issues aren't due to my being ill or something-- no, it's just 58 degrees in here, is all. I can feel the breeze right through the windows every time the wind blows, and it's windy today.
Everyone else in my office is sicker than me. One person's grandmother is dying. Someone else has bronchial pneumonia. Another had a horrible migraine yesterday, repeated vomiting, etc., but did not leave early. So I'm a bit of a pariah, a complete wuss.
My reasoning, which was sound, was that I was completely useless yesterday. I have taken off all the paid days I had coming to me, meaning that now, when I stay home, it is on my own nickel. As such, it seems to me only courteous to take a day when I know I will be useless, so that I can sit at home and stare blankly at the wall on my own dime, instead of hauling my possibly-contagious ass in here and staring blankly at the cubicle wall at a rate of ten dollars an hour.
This means that I am a wuss. I know this; the rest of the goddamn Superheroes that work here are undoubtedly four times as productive as I even on a good day, so even when deathly ill they can probably still do enough work to be worth my salary twice over. I understand this.
But unless they man up and fire me, I really don't have a choice but to come in here and do the best I can. If I can't even perform up to my own lax standards, I don't see how it's anything but heroic of me to spend the day under my down comforter making feeble attempts to surf the Internet. I'm a fucking hero. I am.
Eh well. My courtesy and thrift are not appreciated. So here I am today. Wearing two sweaters and a wooly hat, and wishing I had some gloves. I'll probably put my parka on in a moment if the second sweater doesn't start warming things up.
I know, you all wish you could be me. Me, I just wish I could face eating breakfast, as something warm would undoubtedly make me feel better. But I just don't want anything. Maybe I'll go heat some water in a mug and just hold it. I am so Goddamned melodramatic today, I really hope nobody asks me any hard questions.
I meant to bring a heating pad today but I forgot.
I am so cold.
I hurt my knee again last night. I was skating, I felt a little oogy, decided to take it easy. Then there was a drill that seemed easy enough-- practicing doing sharp turns around a single point-- and I thought I'd try it. I was trying, after all, to do as much as I could. I did three turns, and then tripped, and landed with my formerly-bad-but-presumed-recovered knee bent at a very sharp angle. It felt like electric current running through it.
"Well," I said, climbing back up to my feet, "I'm done." I skated off and went and took off my gear.
It's sore as fuck now.
And then we had a meeting, and that was OK except that I was wearing practice gear, tights and a very short skirt and a short-sleeved shirt that didn't quite cover my lower back when I sat in that chair. So I got really cold. I got home and lay in bed shivering for an hour. I went to the bathroom and discovered that I had my period twenty days early. Disconcerting. Not conducive to a feeling of well-being. It stopped already, so I guess it wasn't really, but I don't know what it was, and now I'm secretly convinced that I have some kind of terminal disease or other. The boys at Penny Arcade would come up with a hilarious name for it. Ovarian Rabies or somesuch. I don't know. Whatever it is, I believe fervently that I have it.
So I'm at work today but I just can't get warm. At least I know the temperature-regulation issues aren't due to my being ill or something-- no, it's just 58 degrees in here, is all. I can feel the breeze right through the windows every time the wind blows, and it's windy today.
Everyone else in my office is sicker than me. One person's grandmother is dying. Someone else has bronchial pneumonia. Another had a horrible migraine yesterday, repeated vomiting, etc., but did not leave early. So I'm a bit of a pariah, a complete wuss.
My reasoning, which was sound, was that I was completely useless yesterday. I have taken off all the paid days I had coming to me, meaning that now, when I stay home, it is on my own nickel. As such, it seems to me only courteous to take a day when I know I will be useless, so that I can sit at home and stare blankly at the wall on my own dime, instead of hauling my possibly-contagious ass in here and staring blankly at the cubicle wall at a rate of ten dollars an hour.
This means that I am a wuss. I know this; the rest of the goddamn Superheroes that work here are undoubtedly four times as productive as I even on a good day, so even when deathly ill they can probably still do enough work to be worth my salary twice over. I understand this.
But unless they man up and fire me, I really don't have a choice but to come in here and do the best I can. If I can't even perform up to my own lax standards, I don't see how it's anything but heroic of me to spend the day under my down comforter making feeble attempts to surf the Internet. I'm a fucking hero. I am.
Eh well. My courtesy and thrift are not appreciated. So here I am today. Wearing two sweaters and a wooly hat, and wishing I had some gloves. I'll probably put my parka on in a moment if the second sweater doesn't start warming things up.
I know, you all wish you could be me. Me, I just wish I could face eating breakfast, as something warm would undoubtedly make me feel better. But I just don't want anything. Maybe I'll go heat some water in a mug and just hold it. I am so Goddamned melodramatic today, I really hope nobody asks me any hard questions.
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Date: 2008-01-19 04:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-19 01:03 pm (UTC)I have Super Powers of Whining and they need to be exercised somehow.
Also, it was warm on Thursday (39 degrees) and the temperature fell so steeply that the rain turned to ice turned to snow in an ongoing ickfest all day Friday, and now I've just woken up Saturday morning and my windows are covered with ice and sticky snow. It would be nice to call it a Winter Wonderland but really it just looks icky and cold.
So, whine whine whine whine whine it is! The whining keeps me warm.
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Date: 2008-01-24 04:01 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-24 04:15 pm (UTC)But compared to you, it's balmy here!!!