Sick and it sucks!

So last week on Wednesday I joined a friend for lunch at a public restaurant. I had burger and fries since it was a burger joint. Later that night I fouhgt off a migraine. I can tell when they are coming on because I get weird 'spots' and literally can't see clearly. So I was able to fight it off with some aspirin. But the weather changed. I think when the weather pressure goes haywire with changing weather it really screws me up. So I got sick. The next day I was coughing up phlem and had a sore throat. So I've been dealing with this for 7 days now. The last two have been decent as far as phlem goes as in not too bad. And I almost lost my voice. But things ever so slowly seem to be getting back to normal. Of course, seeing a doctor would be nice except that I lost my health coverage in December 2011. So of course, I get sick. I figure an uninsured doctor's visit would be a minimum of $80 maybe even higher. Then maybe even more for medication especially if it's perscription.

Currently, I'm working a new job that I started in early Janurary. It can be fairly physical and I haven't worked at a physical job in some years. I spent late 2010 into late 2011 going to tech school learning about computers. In 4 weeks I've lost either 4 or 5 pounds going from 178 lbs. to 173 or even 172lbs. The job is also sort of stressful. Everything is go, go, go. My bosses are decent but I often go home exhausted. There is also lots of bending in odd angles to fit machinery together and the worse is that I'm bent at the waist for 5 to 10 minutes consecutively which really wrecks my back. My schedule changed three consectutive weeks as well: 1pm to 9:30pm, then 5pm to 1:30 pm to 9pm to 5:30am this week which will be my normal schedule.

So, I got sick, I'm working at a fairly physical job and my sleep has been in turmoil due to illness and changing schedule. And last night I think I ate bad yogurt on my first break. I tasted it all night long through burps and my stomach felt like a rolling bowl of slop. I got so exhausted towards the end of the night I considered finding a quiet place to hide and pass the time. I never do that. And I could barely bend over to pick things up. I never ate my lunch because I had no appetite. Ugh.

So today is my day off. My fingers feel all fat which is probably from arthritis. My back muscles feel a lot better but I'm still fairly sore. And my right knee is bugging me feeling like I have no cartilidge with bone rubbing on bone. Also, I haven't had anythign solid to eat in about 20 hours and I'm not feeling hungry at all. Yuck.

So right now it's a rough go. I have no desire to do anything today but sit like a lump. I hate doing that but I'm still tired.

So during lunch last night, at 1:30am or so, I decide to head to the men's room. I figure I'll take a leak, blow my nose, maybe even see if I have to drop a deuce. I'm about ten feet from the bathroom door when this other employee (there aren't many of us on 3rd shift) comes through another door and hurries into the bathroom. Great. I weigh whether to go back to the breakroom because I don't really have any major urges. I figured no one would bother me at that hour if I went to the bathroom. I'm much closer to the bathroom than the breakroom so I head into the man's can. I hear the stall locking being thrown and the crinkling sound of a paper covering being fitted to the toilet seat. Wonderful. I decide to take a leak. Nothing comes out, it's a false alarm. During this time I get to hear my co-worker go 'hnghn!' in an attempt to push a shit out of his body. Nice. I'm not sure if he was successful because thankfully I was spared a 'ker-plunk!' I ended up washing my hands pretty quick and exited the bathroom just sort of shaking my head.

So last night I felt a little off, was frustrated with my work performance and even though my boss is a decent guy, I was getting pissed with him. I understand I'm still learning but I think 4 or 5 times he keeping going 'let me show you a better way' or 'this is the way I do it'. It made it feel like everything I was doing was wrong. So that got me even further frustrated. So any time something gave me a hassle, I started swearing, badly. Not nice words at all with every other word being an f-bomb. My boss took notice and started coming up to me every five minutes with pleading hands telling me to calm down and to take deep breaths. I don't think he realized that that was pissing me off even more. Later that night, even the night supervisor was tellingme to zen breath - take deep breaths. They assured me I was doing a good job and that if I felt overwhelmed I could alsways talk to them about things. The boss told me he was worried I was going freak out. So in the end, I was pretty happy when the miserable night was over.

Tomorrow, it's back to the grind. Oy.