Monday, January 24, 2011

I'm As Recovered As The Economy

Which made today a Day From Hell. Finally did take a Bella Alk once I got to work, after a nasty panicky departure in which I lost the pill bottle, gave up and figured I would do without for as long as I could, then urp heroically and see how I felt afterward.

Found the pills after I'd stumbled in. They'd burrowed to the bottom of my purse.* I was therefore able to swap queasy drifting mixed with red-hot annoyance for the semi-drunk, clumsy, ill-controlled effects of that witches' brew right before I managed to get into hot water with the brass. --Hell, I had it coming, almost, but anyone who has noted the parallels between tech-types and some other, challenged folks knows the problem with face time.

Now try that after a quick, stiff drink and looking into a well-irked face. Degree-of-difficulty points, hey? But I neither ran nor horked, 'cos I'm strong like that. Also, there was broken stuff to be fixed if I got through it. (Double-secret broken stuff that wasn't written up, even).

Stumbled and staggered through the day, did not break anything or cause outages, got half a bag of cheese crackers and a bowl of rice down for a late lunch, then found them wanting back out the way they came in right before going home time. So I tried it the other way: took another anti-heave prescription pill and drove home.

And if I am barfy tomorrow? Hospital. Trying to work while I have symptoms like this is idiotic. Even though I accomplished a little, the risks to myself and others were too great.
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* There is a reason why I love purses with a great many sections, pockets and compartments and this incident demonstrates it.

7 comments:

og said...

I have had (knock on wood!) only one weekend where the world would not stop turning. For me, it was an ear infection that antibiotics and anti-inflammatories helped make go away. Sounds like the root cause of yours is more complex, and i pray that it resolves quickly. Having BS at work doesn't help much either.

rickn8or said...

Like og said, hope things straighten out for you right quick.

But I think you should have used the opportunity to decorate the indignant brass with slightly-used breakfast. Would make them think twice the next time.

Roberta X said...

Rickn8or, hells no; the only thing worse than middle management is not having middle management, but it's a LOT worse.

Stretch said...

I DVRed the "House" marathon off cable last weekend. Almost done watching and should have a diagnosis for you by end of day. Will send details as soon as I get the Cheetos crumbs outta the keyboard.

LabRat said...

There's a biiiig spike of children somewhere on the autistic spectrum here in the Atomic City, much as there is in Silicon Valley...

It's possible there are more serious reasons Stingray and I shouldn't reproduce other than "dun feel like it".

Old Grouch said...

I'm with rickn8or.

(Never had the opportunity myself, but I had an associate who did. "Post-mortem" comment from the big boss: "That's what happens when people are afraid to stay home when they're sick. You'd better hope it's not catching." The dept's minions bought the project-or a celebratory lunch after he recovered.)

Justthisguy said...

On the eyeball thing: Y'all need to read Amanda Baggs's eyeball blog post. She is quite seriously autistic. The post is like OMG eyeballs eyeballs eyeballs eyeballs...

I just watched "The Holy Grail" again night before last. One of the cartoon monsters had tens of eyeballs. Eyeballs can be kind of scary to normals, let alone auties.