Sick once again. Sinus and chest cold. Blowing out and coughing up greenish brown crud. I'm blaming my pussy immune system. Yes, my immune system sux. Probably all the heavy metals in the water at D street. Or it could be the toxic mold in the shower. Or maybe all the asbestos in the basement. Or the maybe it's the fungus and mold in the basement. Who knows.
I hate missing work when I'm sick. I prefer to use my sick days for really nice days I wanna ride. CVO, DK, and I had a conversation about this last night. CVO told me about what he heard on NPR. A lot of Americans go to work sick when they shouldn't be there, but there's also a large percentage of Americans that call in sick when they're not. I'm guilty of both.
Being sick always complicates things at work. I work with older adults with chronic medical conditions on a daily basis. Some are very sick people with short life expectancies. Do I go to work and risk infecting them? No way. Even the smallest cold could turn into pneumonia in this population. Pneumonia, is one of the leading causes of death of the elderly. So even though I feel fine, besides the constant runny nose and coughing spells, I went home from work today. May not even go into work tomorrow. My boss wasn't too happy with me, but I'm doing the right thing. The patient's come first. Shit, I don't wanna burn up my time bank and lose pay and I especially don't wanna indirectly kill someone. So why do I feel so guilty for leaving work?