February 8th, 2005

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Beat down

Over the last thirty-six hours I have been awake for about six at a time, max, and more often just one or two before crashing back to sleep. Yesterday, I manifested the fun of a sinus-y headache and periodic low-grade fever. So I skipped work; again. They're bound to be happy about that, I'm sure. I see my doctor this afternoon, mostly to get a "saw a doctor" note and hope to get to work tonight. I'll ask about a specialist, though to see if someone can track down the cause of this so I can avoid it in the future.
  • Current Music
    Walking With a Ghost--Tegan and Sara--So Jealous
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Not working

I should be at work. I am not. I am ... blah. Not miserable, but not right, either. Still spiking a low-grade fever now and then. (To the great consternation of the cat who gets dislodged from my lap when I floop beneath the blankets.) The doctor was, as predicted, no help. "Drink lots of fluids, etc., etc. Come back if you don't feel better in a couple of weeks."

So more resting and such tonight and Wednesday (my normal night off). They've been asking for people to come in on weekends, so maybe I'll be able to make up some of the time over the next month. I'm not holding out great hope, though; as I think at least part of this enduring malaise is due to the stress of working my wacky third-shift hours.
  • Current Music
    I Pop Pills--Nate Bucklin--Rainbow's Edge