I hate being sick. Not just because it makes me feel like hell, but because it makes me look like hell too!
My hubs, Cranky, has been battling a cold for going on 2 weeks. Yes, he went to the doc and got put on an antibiotic and Mucinex. However, now I’m sick! I seriously doubt if I actually got it from my hubs because there are so many around me that have been sick, it could be any one of them.
Case and Point: If you work in an office setting, stay the hell home when you are sick!
It never fails. You have a co-worker who gets sick, they come to work and infect everyone. This blows my mind because we get paid sick leave! When I’m sick, of course, I don’t feel like getting out of bed and primping for work. I also am courteous enough that I don’t want to infect my boss who can take it home to his family (3 little ones).
Not cool, yo!
Sharing is Awesome in a Family
I love to share with my family, however, when I’m feeling like balls, I don’t wish that on them. At almost 50 years old, I certainly know when I have just a belly ache and when I have a cold that is contagious. I’m quick to see the doc to get some antibiotics so I don’t pass it onto my hubs and others. But not everyone is as courteous.
This goes for the same in the workplace. I just don’t get it. Why do you feel the need to go to work when you know damn well you’re not going to be worth a shit? I’m sure your boss would rather you stay home and get better than to come to work and be a whiny, sickly bitch.
For real, right?
So, although I do appreciate my hubs and those around me sharing in conversation, not covering their mouths when coughing, and not washing their hands before touching things around the home and on the job that I might touch, would you kindly,
Keep Your Cooties To Yourself!
It’s not that much to ask, is it? Wouldn’t you expect the same from me if I were sick? Mind you, I will stay home when I feel like balls because I know I won’t be productive and work. I’d rather stay home in my jammies in bed all day then to drag my crud to work.
I can kind of understand those who don’t get paid sick days, not taking off. However, still, one infected person can infect many. Isn’t it best to stay the hell home than to be blamed for giving someone the cooties?
As I Write This Up, I’m Laying in Bed…. SICK
Someone gave me cooties and I don’t appreciate it. However, getting a day to stay at home with my furkids is a blessing indeed. Feeling like I got run over by a MACK truck and looking like it too, is another.
Morale of my story, unless I ask you, Please Keep Your Cooties to Yourself!
Over to You
Wouldn’t you prefer others keep their crud to themselves? Share your money with me if you want, but keep those cooties away!