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⌈ Secret Post #4679 ⌋

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Re: Vent thread

[(Anonymous)]

So I have a cold and have reached the “brain is mostly functional but body is a miserable exhausted mucus factory trying to hork up its lungs” stage.

I worked through the first day because I woke up with a sore throat I wasn’t sure was a big deal, and by the time I was halfway through the workday, had progressed to full on ick mode. Normally I have at least a day or two of “is this a cold or what,” but not this time.

Then on Saturday I worked at a Halloween carnival, staffing a booth for work, interacting with children, handing out candy, and, presumably, virus. Not only was I exhausted, I was probably also a health hazard, but work was super short on volunteers due to a conflicting event, so I didn’t back out.

I was originally doing the most low-risk, fewest interactions with the public job I could do while ostensibly doing community outreach. Then the other staff asked that I take over standing in front of the booth, handing out candy and prizes.

My uncle was visiting from out of state and instead of going out to dinner to catch up (he’s one of my two remaining blood relatives) he picked me up after the carnival, dropped me off at home, and I collapsed.

I went to breakfast with him yesterday, couldn’t really taste anything, came home, and ached and coughed and gagged and spat (and sweated, I stg I literally saturated my comforter and all my comfy clothes and pjs with sweat) the day away. And the night. Didn’t sleep much.

Stayed home from work today. I really need to lug my comforter and some clothes to the laundromat, but I’m still exhausted. Dammit.