That's what I sound like.
Three days ago, I worked until closing (9, plus about half an hour for closing duties). Around 6, my throat started hurting. Then I got the chills. Then then the headache. I knew I was getting sick but I didn't realize how sick.
Two days ago, I woke up with fevers. I NEVER get fevers. I was determined to tough it out and go to work anyways. Because I'm a supervisor now and I have to cover everyone else's shifts so I damn sure didn't want to call my bosses and say I couldn't come in. Then I went to the kitchen and ran straight back to the bathroom where I proceeded to puke. A lot. I gave up and called the owners even though I could barely even speak.
Yesterday, I went to work because disgusting things stopped coming out of my body. I had fevers though. I had to sit down a lot. The other girls did most of the work and kept trying to send me home. My ghostly pale face was more like angry tomato red. I drank a lot of juice and almost threw up at work, but I didn't, so I stayed as long as I had to. Luckily, I could breath just fine through my nose, though it felt labored because of exhaustion.
Today, I opened the store and I didn't feel like I was on death's doorstep anymore. But I'm still getting fevers on and off. Disgusting things are now coming from my nose like somebody broke a damn sink of icky and I can't turn it off. But I am able to speak, hold food down, and I don't feel like the fevers are nearly as bad as they were.
Tomorrow, I have to work for six hours. I have a plan for my birthday post (last Monday) so I will do that sometime this week. I'll pick back up with the Tough Topics next Monday. Until then, I did a guest post over at my bloggy mama's blog. You may know her as Janie Junebug. I claimed her as my bloggy mom. Don't piss her off or I'll sneeze on you. Trust me, you don't want that at all.
Wish me luck that I didn't infect my girls. We're already desperately understaffed.