Thursday, April 10, 2008

It lives...


Went to the doctor yesterday. There were blood tests and stool samples and all kind of excitement. He thinks it's a virus (he didn't say 'dysentery' but it was written on one of the sheets of 'this is what we're checking this for'). I've been running a low-grade fever which I hadn't really noticed on top of everything else but explains why I've been keeping my bedroom window cracked even at night. Aproros of which I got woken up this morning by the feel of snow falling on my face. Very odd that but the wind was high enough it was coming in the tiny opening I had in the window.

Says something that I chuckled a little and fell right back asleep.

He gave me prescription-strength Immodium (more or less) and a few other things and said 'drink a lot of Gatorade, be careful what you eat and take it easy' which is about what I was doing anyway but if it's a virus there's not much for it. I am feeling slightly better so far today though I keep expecting to keel over.

I went to the grocery store with Tim last night because I was BORED OUT OF MY SKULL. The ride to the store and the walk in from the car wiped me out so I spent the rest of the trip in one of those little electric carts. Didn't even feel guilty about it which I think says more about my condition than much anything else.

With luck I'll be up to going back to work tomorrow. Rae, I'm not sure if they're _allowed_ to fire me for being sick but I'm pretty sure they don't much care if they aren't. I'm already paying for a lawyer for the divorce and finding someone local to take on freakin Walmart on top of that...I just don't think I could justify the cost. Which is how they get away with it, of course.

Ahh, well. Part of me is relieved. I hate the place (not the people, never the people, but the institution) with my entire being. Now if I can just get something else...

And the amazing thing? While I've missed an entire week of work, my little fledgeling business has brought in _almost_ as much as I've missed in pay. Now that's gross, not net, and a lot of it's going for shipping and materials and stuff but...still. Almost as much. This soon.

I have about nine hundred and eighty-three orders to send out today (well, five, I think; no, six). Two of them are ready to go. Three more are in process and the sixth requires me to run out and buy something. I don't know if I'll get to them all today and that's just _fine_. Little by little, though. Bit by bit.

Gonna be sleeping soundly for a while, though.


Rae Trigg said...

I'm glad to hear you're feeling better. I'm sorry about the possibility of you losing your job (even though you hate it) and I know that they get away with it 'cause folks can't afford to fight it. It still makes me angry (at them, not at you). Take care of yourself and get well; that's more important.

Kate said...

I understand, Rae -- it pisses me off, too. I hate that I support them by working there. :/ Ahh well, something else will come up I'm sure.