Cold and Shaking, I Had to Leave...

i went to my job
i could not stay there for long
my body broke down

Today boys and girls begins my two days off from work. While that in itself is a blessing, what isn't is that I had to leave work early because I felt like I was dying. This was the first time I had to leave work early in a long time.

I started my day as I usually did, with Chick-fil-a for breakfast and then returned to the store. By now I was seeing double in the road, and was finally glad to be off it because I was afraid I might take someone out. Once inside, I suddenly got the chills; I thought it was because I tried to fix the thermostat and I had set it too low, but as time went on, and my customers watched me shake and slur my speech like some crystal meth wack job, we knew we had a problem.

It went on like that until around noon when I felt comfortable enough to take off my GAP hoodie and try to continue with my job. Who was I kidding -- it took me two hours to empty to the drop box and get them ready for the floor, when it would usually take fifteen at the most. I locked them and activated the alarms, leaving them in stacks to be run back to the floor. Keep in mind that was today is Wednesday, and while I used to have someone working with me, today I did nor due to lack of hours.

By the time three in the afternoon rolled around, I caved and finally called M, my boss. She told me to call Tico, as Big E was already closing in the evening. I felt bad because even tho I was sick, I don't like having to call people in on their days off because we usually only get two days, Tico didn't mind tho.

When he got to the store and looked at me, he was like "What the fuck is going on with you?" By the time he arrived I sounded like a frog, was still shaking and sweating a lot. He was like go home, but I was like, let me finish FOS first, that way he could get the returns out of the way before the second shift got there. Had Tico not been able to come in, I would have been alone until six because M had scheduled the second shift for later because they had inventory that evening.

I finally left and got back on the road. No longer was I seeing double, but I was soaking wet. Driving back took a little longer than usual because of my obvious impairment, but once I returned home and got into my bed I felt a little better.

Sweating and all alone, I laid in bed until The Mother Unit arrived home to care for her sick Chulo. She looked at me in a way only a mother can look at her sick child and put the thermometer into my mouth. After a few moments the thermometer beeped and the results were astonishing... 103º. Sweating, with a fever and disoriented, I remained in my bed for the evening. Periodically someone would come to check on me to ensure I was still breathing -- it was when The Mother Unit arrived with chicken soup that I was truly happy.

After she helped me eat the chicken soup, I got into the bed and tried to get some rest. Thru the night I would wake up in a cold sweat only to fall asleep on the opposite side of the bed, the dry side of the bed. This went on until six in the morning until I took some tylenol and a sleeping aid to help with the fever and a good nights rest.

When you can see the sun rise in the sky, you know it's time for sleep...