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Worse Than Just a Cold

Worse Than Just a Cold

It has finally happened. I’m not losing to a cold anymore. Now I’m losing to the flu. I don’t think that I have the life-or-death flu yet. But I soon will if I continue working under the hazardous conditions that I’m forced to work at. That’s how bad it is where I work.

It’s bad enough that I have to work for so little pay an hour. Just barely above minimum wage. But now it’s worse. I have to work under hazardous conditions. I’m kind of surprised that I haven’t gotten the flu until now. It has only been a cold. But it has lasted almost non-stop since they started the construction at where I work.

An almost continuous cold is bad enough, but that’s not the worst of it. Not only have I had to worry about dust, dirt, and asbestos, but now I have to protect myself against ceiling tile flacks getting into my food and drinks. I thought I was doing a good job at stopping that.

Apparently, I was doing as good a job as I thought I was. After all, I got the flu now. Can I take time off from work to deal with it? Anyone else probably can. But not me. I have to give at least a two-week notice before I can take some time off. If I’m lucky. Everyone else can wait until the last second to do it. And most of them do that.

I feel a slight fever maybe. But I don’t think I have a temperature yet. It wouldn’t matter anyway. I could be on my deathbed, and they would still expect me to come to work. That’s how it is for the company I work for. Of course, I can’t complain. Everyone else can, but not me.

Why am I ranting and raving about my health? It’s because of what happened to me earlier today at work. And why I didn’t get as much writing done as I should have while there. I’m kind of surprised that I got as much as I did get written considering how I was feeling. But it should have been a little bit better.

So, how bad did I do earlier today at work? I only got fifty-eight single paragraphs written and seventeen scenes. It should have been sixty-four and nineteen. But it wasn’t because of how I was feeling all day today. Weak and tired. Not the kind of tired from the lack of sleep.

It’s from the cold and now the flu that I have gotten because of work. Mostly it’s work. But work isn’t the only reason I probably have the flu now. The weather may be partly to blame. I’m always vulnerable during the cold weather. Not as much as it has been this year, though. It’s gotten worse because of the hazardous conditions there.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be better. But I’m not going to count on that until it happens. Especially, if I’m losing to the flu now. Whether it is or it isn’t better, I’m going to try to get as much writing done as I can. If I live long enough for me to do it.