Flu Shots, Illnesses and All That Jazz

Got my flu shot today. The nurse that did it wasn’t the most professional but I will live to see another day. Still trying to figure out if I want to search out the H1N1 vax though. And can’t we just call it Swine Flu? That name sounds better and the one friend that has had it explained how harsh the whole illness was to her and quite frankly it rolls off the tongue better.

I am sure that my office is no different than anyone elses’ but I still am in shock over how many will come in sick. Sick to the point that they are throwing up, hacking, sharing all those little germies to everyone within the office. I work in a 75-100 employee office. Some have kids, some don’t but it doesn’t matter what illness de jour of the week, some will bring them in. And then we all crash like a deck of cards. And the reason for coming in sick? I just couldn’t leave my desk like it was, the world would fall apart if I wasn’t here or it’s just my allergies.

People, I have allergies, I know when it is that or it is something more. I was a sickly kid, it was a big deal in kindergarten for me to get the blue ribbon for attendance each month. I was always out. I got bronchitis two years ago, kick me on my butt and the will to live out the window bronchitis. I got it again this past winter. Apparently I used to get this crap all the time when I was little. The times when I had to lay across my mom or dad’s lap while they tapped, tapped, tapped on my back while I cried begging for them to stop.

The past two years I have begged people to do this to me. Why? I finally remembered my parents doing that and that it actually was helping breaking all that stuff up. I used to hate that when I was little but I guess when you finally get that doing the icky thing in order to get better sooner.

And each time I have ended up with a stomach virus or bronchitis I have stayed home. I have respected friends, family and coworkers by not sharing my germs with them. Why can’t others do the same. I even now cough into my elbow.

But people in the elevators, shops and the like? They just cough all over the place. Sneeze away without a care in the world. Thanks people. I even saw a Starbucks barista sneeze, wipe his nose and continue getting food for customers. When he asked me if I wanted something from the case I told him no, I really didn’t want to share his germs. Allergies! They are just my allergies! Fine dude, but you just wiped your nose and continued on without washing your hands. I saw it and at this point am questioning if I should even order a drink.

Luckily it wasn’t at my normal Starbucks cause those guys rock. Know my order, get it to me as I am paying for my drink and are all together quite pleasant to see every morning.

So please people, if you are sick, stay home. Cover your mouth when you cough and for the love of God and all things Holy, please, please carry one of those little bottles of hand sanitizers around with you. They are quite handy.


What you see is what you get; I am a Nashville girl who is single, again. I use the blog to get my inner, tortured, wanna be writer angst out. One day I just may write a book. I have been stumbling through life for 43 years now, I love to cook, read and figure out more embarrassing ways I can either harm myself (thank you hula hoop of 2010 and the case of the thrown back) or just prove how inept I am at household chores and dieting. The people you read about on here are real but most have had their names changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent. And I really should make a list of them so I can remember! Enjoy, read, mock, laugh and comment, it really isn't difficult. Plus, I would prefer reading comments from real people as opposed to the weird spam comments I keep getting. Plus, I will always find the hardest path to follow and take that one, why would anyone want to take the easy way?!

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