It just doesn't end.

So just when I think I've finally gotten over this damn virus, I end up even sicker than before. Only this time, it seems to be a secondary infection. Pneumonia. Came home Saturday night from spending time with friends, and within a couple hours ended up in bed with a 102 degree fever (the first person who says it gets a wombat in the face).

I should have expected it, since several other people here at work have been out with major illnesses, in one case Strep; and this place is horrible for spreading illness. As soon as one person shows up to work sick, within a week everyone is sick. My supervisor was out most of last week due to illness.

And since I'm hourly and not able to work from home (like my supervisor is), I am stuck coming to work while still running a 100 degree fever. The acetomenaphin seems to be keeping it down and stabilized, so as long as I don't get any worse, I won't miss a significant amount of work. Not going to manage more than a half-day today, though, so I'm stuck working a full day Friday. Not many things worse than having to work while I'm sick. Oh well, at least I'm not at the "mandatory overtime" stage for another month.

It's the little things that suck.

I think what annoys me most about having a fever isn't necessarily the illness, or the weakness, or the chills and shit.

It's that obnoxiously foul metallic taste I get in my mouth, that simply will not go away no matter what I eat or drink. Bleah.