Beware the Evil Stomach Flu
I've called in sick to work once in my life. Since my very first job, I've so hated having to cover for other people's illnesses (especially when they're fake, but even when they're real) that I've been known to go to work even when I really should stay home. The one time I've called in was a few years ago when I worked at a pet store. I was so stuffed up with a head cold that my speech was practically unintelligible, and since most of my job involved explaining things to people, I figured I wouldn't be much good there.
Yesterday afternoon, I went to work feeling slightly dizzy and a little crampy. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. At first. Two hours into my shift, I was so cramped up that I was only comfortable lying on my stomach on the floor in the general manager's office. Every time I talked to someone, my voice came out in a crackly squeak and I was afraid I would either belch or puke. As soon as I actually threw up, I called the manager to see if he could come in, but he had a friend over, and had had about seven beers by the time I got ahold of him. So I kept calling: Julie was on her way to a band practice, Jessica wasn't home, Sherry had people coming over for dinner, and the phone number we have for Louis isn't actually his phone number. I didn't think to call Gwen, who usually only works 7-3 on weekdays, but when I talked to her this afternoon, she said she could've come in. Damn.
So I stuck it out for another six hours, but I was miserable. I refused to eat the Lean Cuisine I'd brought for dinner, since my beloved marionberry yogurt had set off the first round of cramps, and by the time I went home I was not only nauseous but weak and shaky. I ate a little chicken broth and a couple of crackers, but even that upset my stomach. For breakfast this morning, I had more broth, and I've been slowly munching on the same piece of dry toast for about three hours.
I'm feeling a little better, but not well enough to do what I've been looking forward to all week: spend the only day Eric and I both have off outside, doing something fun. Being sick sucks.
Yesterday afternoon, I went to work feeling slightly dizzy and a little crampy. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable. At first. Two hours into my shift, I was so cramped up that I was only comfortable lying on my stomach on the floor in the general manager's office. Every time I talked to someone, my voice came out in a crackly squeak and I was afraid I would either belch or puke. As soon as I actually threw up, I called the manager to see if he could come in, but he had a friend over, and had had about seven beers by the time I got ahold of him. So I kept calling: Julie was on her way to a band practice, Jessica wasn't home, Sherry had people coming over for dinner, and the phone number we have for Louis isn't actually his phone number. I didn't think to call Gwen, who usually only works 7-3 on weekdays, but when I talked to her this afternoon, she said she could've come in. Damn.
So I stuck it out for another six hours, but I was miserable. I refused to eat the Lean Cuisine I'd brought for dinner, since my beloved marionberry yogurt had set off the first round of cramps, and by the time I went home I was not only nauseous but weak and shaky. I ate a little chicken broth and a couple of crackers, but even that upset my stomach. For breakfast this morning, I had more broth, and I've been slowly munching on the same piece of dry toast for about three hours.
I'm feeling a little better, but not well enough to do what I've been looking forward to all week: spend the only day Eric and I both have off outside, doing something fun. Being sick sucks.
posted by Amber at 3:58 PM
2 Comments:
poor thing! hope you feel better. you are one of those good people who hardly ever calls in sick. i'm probably one of those people you hate, who call in sick all the time (although, this is for jobs where no one will have to cover for me - jobs where they're really depending on me, i'll show). and it always happens on the weekend... the best flu medicine i've ever run across - homeopathic, called ocsisillum (this is by no means the correct spelling) by boiron. but it only really works if you catch it right away... a lot of help now, i'm sure. feel better...
This bug is passing quickly, even without homeopathic help. (I was even able to eat very small portions of a normal dinner tonight.) But thanks for the tip...I'll keep it in mind. I'm actually kind of excited because one of the women I work with runs a homeopathic practice out of her home. But I'm a little afraid that if I ever ask her advice, she'll bill me.
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